IMPRINTS ON OUR  FAVOURITE CHAIRS
CONTENT TO SIMPLY SIT AND STARE
THROUGH WINDOWS WHICH REFLECT EACH DAY
ON  HOW WE WORK AND HOW WE PLAY
WITH BRICKS TO TELL OF LIFE INSIDE
OF TIMES WE’VE LAUGHED AND TIMES WE’VE CRIED
OLD FLOORBOARDS SPEAK IN SQUEAKY TONES
THEY’RE ETCHED IN OUR HEARTS DEEP IN OUR  BONES
OUR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH THESE CREAKY  PIPES  
OUR THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS, THROUGH THE LIGHTS
ITS WHO WE ARE , ITS IN OUR SOUL
        IT’S ME, IT’S YOU, IT’S US....
                      IT’S HOME.