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That night the walls were speaking The pipes inside them creaking Told a secret that was rising in the hall And you lay beside me sleeping With the dreams that you were keeping The smoke was in the stairwell outside the wall We had moved in just November The first night, remember We lit a candle, laid a mattress on the floor And we toasted to our savings To adulthood, to behaving, to this house with drafty windows, creaking doors Home... is the woman 'cross the table Home... is dreaming in my sheets Home... home... This house is just an address, you're my home So we stood like statues staring The sirens came in blaring The Johnson's brought us coffee for the cold And somewhere I heard some singing It was my radio alarm clock ringing With a wake-up call singing to my soul I can't believe I'm thanking Jesus As I watch my roof come down But I can put back all the pieces As long as you're around Home... sits across the table Home... is dreaming in my sheets Home... home... This house is just an address, you lift me from all sadness This house is just an address, you're my home You are my home You're my home, you're my home, you are my home