| Song | House for Everyone |
| Artist | Traffic |
| Album | Heaven Is in Your Mind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dave Mason | |
| 作词 : Mason | |
| House for | |
| Everyone (Mason) | |
| My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese | |
| It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if | |
| I'm wrong correct me please. | |
| The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. | |
| The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that | |
| I moved on. | |
| Chorus: My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long | |
| So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. | |
| I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark | |
| And came upon two large houses set out in a park. | |
| Verse: On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. | |
| Which one should | |
| I enter thru? | |
| I really must decide | |
| The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside | |
| But looking close | |
| I noticed it was crumbling inside | |
| Verse: The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, | |
| And when I entered thru its door | |
| I knew I wasn't wrong. |
| zuo qu : Dave Mason | |
| zuo ci : Mason | |
| House for | |
| Everyone Mason | |
| My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese | |
| It' s lit by lots of glowworms if | |
| I' m wrong correct me please. | |
| The village is a popup book, the people wooden dolls. | |
| The roads are made of treacle things, it' s time that | |
| I moved on. | |
| Chorus: My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long | |
| So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blancmange. | |
| I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark | |
| And came upon two large houses set out in a park. | |
| Verse: On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. | |
| Which one should | |
| I enter thru? | |
| I really must decide | |
| The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside | |
| But looking close | |
| I noticed it was crumbling inside | |
| Verse: The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, | |
| And when I entered thru its door | |
| I knew I wasn' t wrong. |
| zuò qǔ : Dave Mason | |
| zuò cí : Mason | |
| House for | |
| Everyone Mason | |
| My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese | |
| It' s lit by lots of glowworms if | |
| I' m wrong correct me please. | |
| The village is a popup book, the people wooden dolls. | |
| The roads are made of treacle things, it' s time that | |
| I moved on. | |
| Chorus: My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long | |
| So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blancmange. | |
| I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark | |
| And came upon two large houses set out in a park. | |
| Verse: On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. | |
| Which one should | |
| I enter thru? | |
| I really must decide | |
| The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside | |
| But looking close | |
| I noticed it was crumbling inside | |
| Verse: The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, | |
| And when I entered thru its door | |
| I knew I wasn' t wrong. |