House Of Blue Lyrics - Bree Gearhart

I have a reoccurring dream that I keep falling through 

The steep set of stairs in the house of blue 

I have the fear tattooed 

It's what I'm used to 

Mir and I swearing on the swing 

A summer when I got my first bee sting 

A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike 

Under the old oak tree 

Throwing rocks into the window of the factory 

1994 made these memories 

My height was small so was my point of view 

Then I heard my favorite band blink-182 

Mir and I swearing on the swing 

A summer when I got my first bee sting 

A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike 

Under the old oak tree 

Throwing rocks into the window of the factory 

1994 made these memories