There’s a house at the edge of the evening With a light that keeps calling my name I tell myself I’m only looking Then I’m standing inside it again The wallpaper knows all my secrets The floorboards remember my shoes Every room says stay a little longer Every window hides the view I keep walking back to the fire With my hands full of rain I keep trading tomorrow For a match and a flame I swear that I’m leaving When the morning turns blue But the door with no handle Keeps opening too There’s a bell in the walls when I’m lonely There’s a song in the cracks of the night It sounds like a friend from a distance Till it pulls me away from the light I have maps in my coat from better days I have names I forgot how to call But the hallway keeps bending behind me And I can’t find the stairs at all I keep walking back to the fire With my hands full of rain I keep trading tomorrow For a match and a flame I swear that I’m leaving When the morning turns blue But the door with no handle Keeps opening too If I could sleep through the whisper If I could step past the glow If I could believe the road waiting outside Still knows the way home I keep walking back to the fire But I’m tired of the burn There’s a sky past the window There’s a road I can learn I don’t know if I’m leaving But I’m facing the view And the door with no handle Looks smaller than it used to
