This House

This house remembers a swing in the backyard, a tilted white shed with a rusted lock
The grass overgrown by the edge of the step, where the lilac sprouted up
And the stain on the wall where the rain came in, in the summer of '83
The chair by the front door, where I used to watch you sleep
The smell of homemade soup when times were tight and the bills came due

This house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too

Long summer nights by the bonfire, just watching while it burned
When November winds blew in, we curled up, never knew how lucky we were
Watching hockey and late night movies with popcorn for us to share
While the kids slept safe and sound, up the stairs
We always thought we'd have each other to help us make it through

This house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too

Sometimes these memories, they just hurt too much
Being in this house without you just seems to deepen the cut
When these walls come down, who will be around, to remember when we were young
Two innocent children, singing our favourite song
We had so much time together, but it ended much too soon

This house remembers me and you
Yeah, this house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too
Yes, I remember too