Lyrics Day Eighty Six – ‘Little House’

Hey everyone,

do you have somewhere you go currently, or a nostalgic place in your memory, which just seemed perfect? For me, it was my friends house, since we were kids. Reading through these lyrics that I wrote, some of the descriptions feel a little disrespectful, but it was the clutter which made the house feel homely, like something out of a story book. Even in writing these lyrics, I’m still able to remember the exact smell from that time, which was a pleasant surprise.

Stay safe ~

Sean

Little House (Verse, Half Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Bridge, Chorus)

Your home wasn’t little
but it felt so small
with clutter all around
dust lining the walls

Now I often wonder
if the memory of that sight
that comfortable feeling
is why I love the warm light

But in that lack of space
I only felt comfort
a strong sense of warmth
like something out of ‘The Hobbit’

Now I often wonder
if the memory of that sight
that comfortable feeling
is why I love the warm light
and that pungent smell
I associated with you
cat fur and pipe smoke
filled the house through and through

 
Looking back on it now
recall my admiration so clearly
saw your home as magical
a peaceful sanctuary
Your Dad reading a book
Brother watching Buffy
from ages five to twenty seven
it was always you and me

 
Now I often wonder
if the memory of that sight
that comfortable feeling
is why I love the warm light
and that pungent smell
I associated with you
cat fur and pipe smoke
filled the house through and through