Текст песни A house is Not a home - Field Music

If time is tight
It's right to stay another night
You know the score
I wouldn't want you sleeping on the floor
Living on your own
Is never any fun
A house is not a home
When you make it what you want to
It's hard to tell
If you should make the choice by yourself
'Cause on your own
You only learn to like what you know
You recognise the smell
But as far as you can tell
A house becomes hotel
When you make it what you want to
What's the use of going home again
When it's always the same
It's getting late
So can you show me what I'm missing
Say what you see
I'll let you be my referee
Send it through the post
The things you like the most
I'm sure I could improve
If you make me what you want to
What's the point of moving home again
What's the use of going back again
What's the point of changing face and then
Packing boxes, moving home again
When it's always the same