not home with alessia labate

Alan Walker

I know this house is falling
Is falling, is falling down
This old familiar feeling
It s freaking, freaking me out
The silence is too loud

Oh, I knocked on all the doors
Picked up the pictures on the floor, but
No, no, no, no, no, nobody s home, nobody s home
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turned on the electricity, but
No, no, no, no, no, nobody s home, nobody s home

Nobody s home
Nobody s home

Your pictures in the hallway
Colors fade, they fade to gray
Your imprint in the mattress
But I guess all that remains
Some things never change

Oh, I knocked on all the doors
Picked up the pictures on the floor, but
No, no, no, no, no, nobody s home, nobody s home
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turned on the electricity, but
No, no, no, no, no, nobody s home, nobody s home

Nobody s home
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Nobody s home