If You Were a Home

A long time ago I was sitting by a home

I didn't know what it was for, I didn't know why I was there

Seeds put in the lawn

Saw the flowers growing so I thought I'd tag along

I peeked through the door, it was vacant as could be

Until I saw my vines growing in it's

Windows, I knew this had startled me

If we laid on the floors in it's

Rooms, I'd let your thoughts consume me

Unlike the sidewalks paved that only saw what they wanted to see

If we laid in the backyard, and heard the cars in the streets

Thought maybe if you could see me in the

Dark, in the light I could finally see me

If we sat on the front porch, and could feel you surrounding me

Then for the first time I could feel your heart beating

You tell me: Sometimes at night the dark crawls through your windows

I tell you: You need to board them up

Because the dark that you're seeing is shadows

There are things in it's attic and there are things in it's basement

But the sign on the front lawn, it says to save him

Could you save him? Could you save her? Could you save them all?

Could you paint them? Could you paint them?

Could you repair them all?

Could you love it? Would you love it?

Could you love it at all?