1947
© A. Zoli & M. Hart 2014 (ASCAP)

The cupboard’s crooked doors never closed right
And these old hardwood floors always creak on the cold nights
And I’ve been living here in this old house for my whole life
With you

The paint is peeling off of the walls in the front room
And the cracks in the ceiling are giving way to a new moon
But I can’t stand another minute of this life without you
By my side

But I still see your face
I thought I'd laid your ghost to waste
But it’s burned into every inch of this place
Gotta tear it down

The photos are falling on the walls in the stairway
The neighbors keep calling to find out if I am okay
But I don’t even know what it is I’m supposed say
Now you’re gone

Oh and I still see your face
I thought that I had laid your ghost to waste
But it’s burned into every inch of this place
Gotta tear it down

With the grace of a new day
I wake to feel your blood rushing through my veins
I trace the lines on my face that remind me of you
Still got growing up to do

The cupboard’s crooked doors never closed right
And these old hardwood floors always creak on the cold nights
And I’ve been living here in this old house for my whole life
And I'll be living here in this old house for my whole life
with you