Текст песни
The doors that you left open
Swing to a forsaken tune
I hear it from every room I walk in
I listen out for you
The paintings along the hallway
Look on but are never drawn into
The emptiness that's calling
From the doorways of each room
A house is just a house
We try to make a home
No matter where that house may stand
We cannot stand to be alone
There are ways we've tried to better
The things we could improve
Like a house that needs some mending
In each and every room
But a house is just a house
We try to make a home
No matter where that house may stand
We cannot stand to be alone
No spring cleaning could ever beat this dust
The walls are leaning towards our next address or bust
The doors that you left open
Swing to their forsaken tune
I hear it from every room that we have
Given up on too soon