This house

this house

is not home if your not here

the walls

echo of your present 

that was here

i may cry a tear

 here

but this house

 is not home

when your not here

 

each room

had it own things to tell

a chair oh i know that chair so well

a bed where we love

and a table where we sat

it all come back

this house

 is not a home

cause your not home

 

i don't care

 if the wind blow

a storm at night

 i don't care if

 the moonlight

shine so Bright

and fill each room

with magic light

 

this house

is not home

when your not here

each room

is lonely

for what use to be

young and Bright

me and you

but now

your gone

this house

is not a home

it just lonely rooms

that use to be fill

 with smiles

yes this house

is not a home

its so alone