Blueprints and Backbeats

I'm sending down the hallway, pulling old lines free

Blue tape on the doorway, mapping out the dream

Boxes in the corner, dust in the afternoon

Every nail I drive is making space for a tune

I'm building a home where the echoes can breathe

Turn these walls into a studio for me

Hand right to the heartbeat, light in the frame

Working on a house and I'm making it my stage

Run the cable through the ceiling, set the monitors high

Quiet little corner where the songs can arrive

Paint over the weather, cover up the tracks

Heavy room, I finish, brings the music back

I'm building a home where the echoes can breathe

Turning these walls into a studio for me

Hammer to the heartbeat, light in the frame

Working on a house and I'm making it my space

When the tolls go still and the night settles in

I press record and let the first note begin

From a bare-bones realm to a sound that's alive

In this little heist, my whole world comes by

I'm building a home where the echoes can breathe

Turn these woes into a studio for me

Hammer to the heartbeat, light in the frame

Working on a house and I'm making it my stage