In this house there were but solitudes before,
before opening its doors, its windows,
to let the air in from your skies,
to let the ghosts escape.

In this house the beating could never before be heard,
of a heart that feels, fights and doubts.
And now yours is seeking their voices,
to sing to those that don't listen.

And now they come to evict us from this house,
look for me through the smoke and the metal,
holding fast to the soul of these walls,
among which I met you,
in which we played to win battles,
of this island of peace in which I believed you,
when you gave me hands and hope.

In this house there were a thousand silences,
before your laughter filled them.
Here the smoke of your verses was shaped,
I saw you cry and I saw your plants grow.

In this house there were never any late-nights,
in which to take shelter from this storm.
And now you dance and drink with me,
in a light spiral, and it's because there was a party.

And now they come to evict us from this house,
look for me through the smoke and the metal,
holding fast to the soul of these walls,
among which I met you,
in which we played to win battles.

And now they come to evict us from this house,
look for me through the smoke and the metal,
holding fast to the soul of these walls,
among which I met you,
in which we played to win battles,
of this island of peace in which I believed you,
when you gave me hands and hope.