I'm here in my old house,
Staring at the bright twinkling lights.
I'm here in my old house,
Listening to the songs I used to hear.

I'm here in my old house,
Touching every glasses I forgot to hold.
I'm here in my old house,
And I smell the smoke beneath the roof.

Yes, I've visited my old house
and I never had the chance to meet the people in here