[VERSE 1] There is a house behind my eyes, with corridors that change at night. I found a room beneath the stairs, where broken clocks refuse the light. I meant to stay for just a while, to fix the cracks and mend the frames. But when the final nail went in, another room had learned my name. [PRE-CHORUS] Every door is waiting. Every hall is pulling. Every unfinished thing is reaching for my hands. [CHORUS] This house will never sleep. There is always one more room. One more light beneath the door, one more shadow calling through. I keep building walls around me, while the foundations disappear. And every time I stop to listen, I can hear another year. [VERSE 2] Some rooms are dark and difficult. Their windows face a wall. I stand outside them for too long, but cannot make myself go in at all. Then somewhere underneath the dust, a single spark begins to burn. The deadest room becomes a world, and suddenly I cannot turn. The candles burn. The seasons pass. I never hear the midnight bell. [PRE-CHORUS] Every door is opening. Every path is splitting. I reach for one, and three more disappear. [CHORUS] This house will never sleep. There is always one more room. One more light beneath the door, one more shadow calling through. I keep building walls around me, while the foundations disappear. And every time I stop to listen, I can hear another year. [BRIDGE] Tonight I found a room I had forgotten to build. No tools upon the table. No plans beneath the floor. Just a chair beside the window and the sound of falling rain. I waited for the walls to speak. They didn't. For once I left the door unopened. Let the hammer lie. Let the blueprint fade. Let the unfinished staircase lead wherever it wants to go. The house can wait. I DON'T HAVE TO OPEN EVERY DOOR! I DON'T HAVE TO BUILD EVERY ROOM! LET IT WAIT! LET IT BURN! I'M NOT RUNNING ANYMORE! [CHORUS] This house will never sleep, but tonight I let it breathe. There are rooms I may never know, and doors I do not need to see. I can leave the walls unfinished. I can let the silence stay. Not every spark becomes a fire. Not every road must lead away. There is a house behind my eyes. The halls are still awake. But for the first time in my life, I leave one door closed. And let the house wait.
