Wood And Stone

Quiet knocking at your door
Oh would you let me in?
And I have not seen as kind a face before
Lit up by your sleepy grin
Creaking floorboards, this house is tired
Made of old wood and old stone
And I don't know who was here before
But just for now this house is ours and it is home.

The darkest hours of the night
Are not dark enough to hide
I have seen them, I have seen them with you
How I wanted to tell you that I was on your side
Would you believe me if I told you
Of the heartache I went through?
Creaking floorboards, I had never felt so alone
They never seemed quite so loud before
But that was back when I felt safe and we were home.

And if I could go back I would search the world
To find the longest rope to pull you from that hole
Oh you were not perfect, you are not without fault
But I know you well, yes I know you well, yes I know you
And you would never hurt a soul.

Quiet knocking at your door
Oh would you let me in?
Sometimes at night I would walk until my feet were sore
Thinking “Where am I going? Where have I been?”
And I will not be remembered for my bravery
I will not be remembered for my nerve
But I hope you know that I am sorry
For all the pain that came your way
That you did not deserve
Creaking floorboards, this house is so much more
Than wood and stone
And I am better for knowing you, I am sure
And I will think of you my whole life long
My friend, one day, we will come home.