i want to build a house.
pull it together from scratch.
build it somewhere between your heart,
and the small of your back.
well i know i could live anywhere,
but that's where i would choose.
'cause iff home is where your heart is,
then my home is you.
i'd build the living room
on the crest of your cheek.
so i'd be living in your thoughts,
and the words that you speak.
i'd bask in your brilliance,
and the warmth of your smile.
well, i think i might just stay. for a while.
but, if a storm comes rollin' in
and shakes our foundation (and your chin).
i would confide in the complexity of time,
that the structure will hold
until we get old.
and when the winter comes,
and changes your mind.
i'd give you your space,
and give you some time.
but, i'd always leave a light on.
a rosy beacon in the snow.
so that wherever you are
i might still find my way home.
but maybe the timing isn't right,
as our lives begin to flight.
maybe young and in love
is only enough for tonight.
'cause i'm just a boy in search of a home.
somewhere to recline, a place where i'm known.
i can feel the winter coming. i can feel it in my bones.
the season's changing in your heart, with perennial snow.
i refuse to give up on the seeds i have sown
though i'm afraid (they might not survive the cold).
and i don't know if you'll ever be home,
but i'd rather not live out alone.
i want to disappear
in the crook of your neck,
'cause i'm crooked and broken.
there's not much of me left.
but i can't seem to find you
or our house made out of straw.
either someone burnt it down
or it was never there