The House


Your house is no longer vacant
And I’m standing at the door
Knocking so you can hear me
I knock til my knuckles get sore

Your house is filled with so much joy
And love is in the air
Yet I am still sitting on the front steps
Because I know that you are in there

Your house is filled with overwhelming love
And I can see it from the windows outside
Your heart is complete with what you have
And you need no more love from outside

Your house is so beautiful
Your house is so unique
And I don’t want your house to become overcrowded with me

Your house is no longer vacant
And I’m standing at the door
Waiting for you to let me in
But you won’t answer the door
And the truth is I can’t fault you at all
Because I think this is how it should be
But I think instead of standing at the door…
Maybe it’s just my signal to leave