The House That Learned My Name

There's a lonely house at the end of the lane

Where the boars remember every rain

It sighs my name through a cracked front door

Like it's been waiting a thousand years or more

The kitchen keeps the shape of a laughing crowd

Even now I can hear it faint and proud

Every cup on the shelf holds a little of the past

And the shadows in the hallway never leave too fast

Whisper your memories quietly to me

I'll keep your secrets where the dust can't see in the dark

In the crack of the settling beans

We're haunting each other

With all tender dreams

And little by little, room by room

This lonely house is learning how to bloom

I light one lamp and the fear grows thin

Like the night itself is letting me in

The floorboards creak like a soft reply

As if the walls are teaching me how to try

I spent your memories quietly to me

I'll keep your secrets where the dust can see in the dark

In the crack of the settling beams

We're haunting each other with old tender dreams

And little by little, room by room

This lonely house is learning how to bloom

If a home has made all the names we've kept

And this old house has every tear I've wept

And in the hush where the night winds move

It keeps my heart and I keep its breath