SAME HOUSE

# **SAME HOUSE**

**[Verse 1]**

You'd save every house I'd tear down,
find a story underneath the dust.
I'd trade the old stone for a skyline,
you'd swear I'm the one with terrible taste.

You fall in love with rooms that remember,
with crooked stairs and weathered doors.
I used to laugh when you called ruins beautiful—
now I think I know what you meant them for.

**[Pre-Chorus]**

'Cause somehow we kept saying
we were made the same,
while disagreeing on almost everything
along the way.

**[Chorus]**

Maybe love looks like Brussels in the rain,
old brick glowing underneath the grey.
You pointing out a window I would've missed,
me watching you instead.

And if we ever build a life together,
you can choose the walls, I'll choose the view.
Funny how I never cared much for old houses—

until one started feeling
like you.

**[Verse 2]**

You could lose whole hours in a museum,
I could lose whole nights inside my head.
You dream in Italy and faded colours,
I dream of somewhere we haven't been yet.

And now every city has a second version:
the one I know, and one I want to show you.
Somewhere between your world and mine
I stopped imagining things without you.

**[Chorus]**

Maybe love looks like Brussels in the rain,
old brick glowing underneath the grey.
You pointing out a detail I would've missed,
me watching you instead.

And if we ever build a life together,
you can choose the walls, I'll choose the view.
Funny how I never cared much for old houses—

until one started feeling
like you.

**[Bridge]**

I used to think the best part of my life
was that I never knew what came next—

another job,
another city,
another version of myself
I hadn't met yet.

And I still want all of it.

I want missed trains and foreign streets,
your coffee going cold beside my keys,
you rescuing furniture I'd throw away,
me pretending your hundred-year-old ceiling
isn't going to collapse someday.

I want to hear you explain
why some tiny detail matters
until I start seeing it too.

Maybe that's what loving you has done—

you haven't made me want to settle down.

**You've made everywhere
feel worth staying
a little longer.**

**[Final Chorus]**

So let love look like Brussels in the rain,
let the years repaint this place.

You can keep the stone and crooked windows,
I'll keep learning why you love them that way.

And if we ever build a life together,
I don't care which one of us chooses the view.

Maybe we were never really the same person—

maybe I just found
the person who makes
my world look new.

**[Outro]**

You'd still save the house.

I'd still change the walls.

But I think we'd both
call it ours.