Our House Breathing Lyrics - Singles - Josh Pyke

May we not grow weary, may we not be sold 

May I lean in to ya til they send me home 

May we not grow weary, may we not be sold 

May you lean in to me til they send me home 

And the house came alive in heat 

All the curtains stuck to the screens 

And they billowed back out into the hallways 

As if our house was breathing 

And the floorboards creak in the stairwells 

Conversationally 

But I was out the back in the garden 

Waiting for you to come home to me... 

May we not grow weary, may we not be sold 

May I lean in to ya til they send me home 

May we not grow weary, may we not be sold 

May you lean in to me til they send me home 

And your nightdress left on the floor 

While you were in the bath downstairs 

And held the cloth to my face and 

I filled my lungs with your scent cos 

I knew that I'd be leaving 

And we knew that you'd stay home 

It was if our house was grieving 

As I just stood there breathing you in...