Sorrow To My Door — Kari Rueslatten

Rumours where I lit the fire, I lit the fire then ran away My oh my, hold me tight, make it right The house burned down to the ground, to the ground – ashes and dust My oh my, hold me tight, make it right I have tried to search my soul for traces of remorse I find nothing of the kind I will dance upon your grave I won't shed a tear that day I will not bring sorrow to my door I still hear you scream from the house, scream from the house – trapped inside My oh my, hold me tight, make it right