Welcome to the House (Nova Gothia Remix)

WELCOME HOME [Intro — low spoken voice] Come in. Don't mind the mess. We've been standing longer than we should have too. Make yourself comfortable. We remember everyone. [Verse 1] These walls have learned when not to speak, Which footsteps thunder, which ones sneak. They've watched the rules bend with the guest, Some get the worst, some get the best. The ceiling knows who gets the breeze, The breaker buckles to its knees. One room freezes, one burns slow— Funny what a house can know. [Pre-Chorus] Come inside, don't mind the cracks, Every room keeps its own facts. Stories change when they leave these halls— But nothing lies quite like the walls. [CHORUS — crunchy drop] WELCOME TO THE HOUSE— She's got secrets in the floorboards now. Every shattered door, every light gone out, Every name protected, every name worn down. Come get comfortable, take your place, You might recognize a shadow, you might recognize a face. Don't worry— The house won't tell you why you're here. Not yet. [Verse 2] The kitchen's running out of lives, Little things keep bigger things alive. Cold packed small where plenty stood, Fire forgot how fire should. Something in the laundry dances offbeat, Shakes so hard it nearly grows feet. Still it spins for whoever arrives— Some things get repaired. Some just survive. Money comes through the doorway fast, But somehow nothing broken gets the chance. Smoke eats first, the house eats last, Then two long weeks pay for the past. [Verse 3 — darker] There's an old machine that remembers roads, Who wasn't allowed and who got to go. It remembers one goodbye left waiting too long— And other midnight journeys it carried right along. Sometimes it returned thirsty and dry, And somebody elsewhere still paid the price. Funny how anger can lose its aim— Leave with one shadow. Come home and find another to blame. [Beat cuts] Do you recognize anything yet? No? Good. Keep listening. [Verse 4] The floors remember glittering rain, Little broken stars thrown down in rage. They learned which feet would clean them away, And whose hands never answered for yesterday. The doors remember being one, then two, Then none where a little privacy once grew. But visitors come and the whole house sleeps— Because rage, it seems, knows when company keeps. [Bridge — almost whispered] There was someone here once who stood much taller. A mother. A whole world. Then the rooms grew smaller. There were exits once. Funny story about those. Every time freedom found wheels... Something happened to the road. [BUILD] So if these walls seem tired, If the wiring screams, If the kitchen is dying at every seam— Ask where everything went. Ask what was chosen instead. Ask why one person gets comfort... While another gets what's left. [FINAL CHORUS] WELCOME TO THE HOUSE— Now you hear what nobody talks about. Every broken thing has a memory here, Every silence gets louder year after year. Come get comfortable. Do exactly as you please. Talk too loud. Ask for air. Take the keys. Every freedom carried through that door teaches these walls something they didn't know before. And maybe someday you'll hear a line... Stop. Play it back. And wonder— Wait. Was that one... mine? [Outro — spoken] Don't ask me. I'm just the house. And I've seen everything.