This house built from stone,
bricks and mortar,
love and hope,
voices,
children cry,
parents, teachers wrong from right.
What makes your heart ache?
What makes us thankful for every day?
It's always the brightest light that takes you home each night.
Open the doors and windows,
whole world inside these four walls.
More than a building fought to the ceiling,
a picture of love.
That's this house.
That's this house.
That's this house.
Peaceful,
home sweet home.
Stuff needs fixing,
but nothing's broke.
Whole hearts passing time,
so glad this place is yours and mine.
What makes your soul warm?
What makes us the people that we've become?
It's always the brightest light that takes you home each night.
So open the doors and windows,
whole world inside these four walls.
More than a building fought to the ceiling,
a picture of love.
That's this house.
Open the doors and windows,
whole world inside these four walls.
More than a building fought to the ceiling,
a picture of love.
That's this house.
These walls full of heart,
brothers, sisters,
play their part from innocence to teenage fights,
christenings, weddings.
This is life, yeah.
Oh,
this is life, yeah.
Oh, in this house.
This is life, yeah.
Oh,
so open the doors and windows,
whole world inside these four walls.
More than a building fought to the ceiling,
a picture of love.
That's this house.
That's this house.
That's this house.
That's this house.
Oh,
that's this house.