This is an ordinary house from the 50s
Where food smells from the front door
In the hallway, shoes of three sizes
But love doesn't live here anymore
One chose a good record for the player
The other, the wallpaper for the living room
Dinner for two in the candlelight
Yet love doesn't live here anymore
Yet love doesn't live here anymore
Go to sleep at the same time
Say those three little words
If the door is ajar, it can come back
During the day, together as a family of three
In the evening, two in their own corners
The pale light of a screen on both their faces
Because love doesn't live here anymore
Go to sleep at the same time
Say those three little words
If the door is ajar, it can come back
Go to sleep at the same time
Say those three little words
If the door is ajar, it can come back