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That night the walls were speaking The pipes inside them creaking Till the secret there was rising in my halls And you lay beside me sleeping With the dreams that you were keeping Smoke was in the stairwell inside the walls We had moved in just November That first night I remember You lit a candle, you laid a mattress on the floor And we toasted to our savings To adulthood, to behaving To this house with drafty windows, creaking door To home, a woman across the table Home, to dreaming in the sheets Home, home This house is just an address, you're my home And so we stood like statues staring Sirens came and blaring The Johnsons brought us coffee for the cold And somewhere someone was singing Or was my radio alarm clock ringing A wake-up call singing to my soul Soul, and home Sits across the table Home is breathing in my sheets Home, home This house is just an address, you're my home I can't believe I'm thinking, "Jesus" As I watch the roof come on down But I can put back all the pieces As long as you're around Home sits across my table Home is breathing in my sheets Home, home This house is just an address You lift me above all sadness This house is just an address, you're my home You are my home My