Music: James Seymour/Sean Aubrey Barnes
All abstract medallions are filled in bright
On ceilings the paint peels about the lights
The struggling walls crumbling to rubble inside
If this house was a body
The kitchen is the atrium
The heart that holds the dishes
And everything that we've been in
The rabble of phantoms laugh down the halls
Heard under old rafters, I miss them all
We crowd around, ebullient, not close enough
If this house was a body
The kitchen is the atrium
The heart that holds the dishes
And everything that we've been in
This house is our friendships
That we've kept outside it
The kitchen's still got dishes
Our home is where the heart lives
This house is our friendships
That we've kept outside it
The kitchen's still got dishes
Our home is where the heart lives