Street lights flicker and die
I think it`s time to come inside
It`s been a while
I want to hear your pointy shoes tapping on the hardwood
These empty homes we can make it good
We`ve got a sleeping bag a wind-up clock and puffy coat
For most of us ain`t a lump in our throats
We were sixteen people setting up shop
praying that a little rain would keep us here another day
Knock yeah knock
We`re coming to the city like we never forgot it
To wait for trees the cover of leaves
takes more time than we`ve got
And I could drink the rain all day
The roof will be ours
Your hair will take hours to drain
The echo of the walls makes you loud
You`re welcome to shout but up to my ears
the lightest sounds will come out
Now we`re just two people living in a house
Our chimney throwing signs
The garden growing rings
And wind to carry everything