The Big Bigger House

The Big House I could not live in a house with many people Voices at all hour of the day no privacy the precious moment When the world rolls slower and I can hear time`s clock tick In a house full of people there is a din of violence to come And whispering sin at night Flushing toilets, subbing feet The tears of the misbegotten those who are cheated on Drunken brawl screams and police sirens. TV that is full of banalities Every news programs from the same supplier. To live in a house full of people must be very lonely With no time for reflection