| Song | Our House Breathing |
| Artist | Josh Pyke |
| Album | Chimney's Afire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| May we not grow weary | |
| May we not be sold | |
| May I lean into you | |
| Till they send me home | |
| And the house came alive in the heat | |
| All the curtains sucked to the screens | |
| Then they billowed back out into the hallways | |
| As if our house was breathing | |
| And the floor boards creak in the stairwell | |
| Conversationally | |
| But I was out the back in the garden | |
| Waiting for you to come home to me | |
| And your nightdress left on the floor | |
| While you were in the bath downstairs | |
| And I held the cloth to my face | |
| And I filled my lungs with your scent | |
| Because i knew that I’d be leaving | |
| And we knew that you’d stay home | |
| It was as if our house was grieving | |
| As I just stood there breathing you in |
| May we not grow weary | |
| May we not be sold | |
| May I lean into you | |
| Till they send me home | |
| And the house came alive in the heat | |
| All the curtains sucked to the screens | |
| Then they billowed back out into the hallways | |
| As if our house was breathing | |
| And the floor boards creak in the stairwell | |
| Conversationally | |
| But I was out the back in the garden | |
| Waiting for you to come home to me | |
| And your nightdress left on the floor | |
| While you were in the bath downstairs | |
| And I held the cloth to my face | |
| And I filled my lungs with your scent | |
| Because i knew that I' d be leaving | |
| And we knew that you' d stay home | |
| It was as if our house was grieving | |
| As I just stood there breathing you in |
| May we not grow weary | |
| May we not be sold | |
| May I lean into you | |
| Till they send me home | |
| And the house came alive in the heat | |
| All the curtains sucked to the screens | |
| Then they billowed back out into the hallways | |
| As if our house was breathing | |
| And the floor boards creak in the stairwell | |
| Conversationally | |
| But I was out the back in the garden | |
| Waiting for you to come home to me | |
| And your nightdress left on the floor | |
| While you were in the bath downstairs | |
| And I held the cloth to my face | |
| And I filled my lungs with your scent | |
| Because i knew that I' d be leaving | |
| And we knew that you' d stay home | |
| It was as if our house was grieving | |
| As I just stood there breathing you in |