Room

There's a house in my head

Under permanent construction

I'm the lone architect

Of an imaginary house

There's a room for the dark things

The panic and the fuss

An attic for the past things that hang over us

There's a room for the elephants

A den for the ghosts

A parlor for when we pretend to be hosts

And a light I leave on every night in the blue

'Cause I'll always save our room for you

Yeah I'll always save our room for you

There's a house in my head under permanent construction

I'm the sole carpenter of an imaginary house

I'm building the place with sails, wheels, and wings

Portable roots, and detachable strings

Get back here and we'll live like movable kings, ancient and new

See the light I'll leave on every night 'til you do

'Cause I'll always save our room for you

There will always be our room for you

So come home

Come home

We are home