There's Still A Light In The House

There's Still A Light In The House - Valley

Lyrics by：Michael Brandolino/Robert Sowinski/Alexander DiMauro/Karah McGillivray

Composed by：Michael Brandolino/Robert Sowinski/Alexander DiMauro/Karah McGillivray

I'd like to call you on the way home

Another precious call to waste on my mouth

My chance is tugging me by the shoulder

But there's no one home to let you in or let me out

There's still a light in the house

I saw a face so close to mine in Chelsea Market

There's something about her and there's something about it

There's a million ways to pass the day on a concrete island

We try to get past it just stuck in the traffic

Swing your conscience pull the lever

Maybe talking's not the feature

There's still a light in the house

I'd like to call you on the way home

Another precious call to waste on my mouth

My chance is tugging me by the shoulder

But there's no one home to let you in or let me out

There's still a light in the house

There's still a light in the house

It's such a waste to watch you slide out in the hallway

And break down in the housing on the street end apartment

We share a ride

'Cause you're alone and in the same clothes

With the blur of the tunnel and the blur of the mirror

Swing your conscience pull the lever

Maybe talking's not the feature

There's still a light in the house

I'd like to call you on the way home

Another precious call to waste on my mouth

My chance is tugging me by the shoulder

But there's no one home to let you in or let me out

There's still a light in the house

There's still a light in the house

There's still a light in the house

When she cries she brings a storm in

I kinda like the way it pours

3 o'clock I'm callin' Anna

She's telling me "C'mon move on"

In the Brooklyn light we're just passer-bys

Your hands on my shoulder it all feels right

'Cause you found me there with your new cut hair

"Is it New York Or Heaven"

"I can't think twice now"

I'd like to call you on the way home

Another precious call to waste on my mouth

I can't think twice now

Maybe talking's not the feature

My chance is tugging me by the shoulder

But there's no one home to let you in or let me out

There's still a light in the house