One Roof

Photographs down the hallway, faded to gold,
Grandma's recipe whispered, never written, just told,
My brother's in my old jacket, Mom hums down the hall,
Different keys, same chorus — we've been singing through it all.

When the world gets heavy and the walls cave in,
We don't scatter — we come back, back again.

One roof over a thousand storms,
Every crack lets in the light.
Hold the line, hold my hand — we were born
To carry each other through the night.
One roof, one fire, one beating heart,
No distance ever pulls us apart.

(One roof... one fire... one heart...)

A thousand miles of highway, a phone call at three,
Your voice is my road home, you're the harbor in me,
Dad's hands taught me patience, how to hold and mend,
We fix what words can't carry — soup, silence, and time.

When the winter's colder than the words we said,
We don't scatter — we come back, come back instead.

One roof over a thousand storms,
Every crack lets in the light.
Hold the line, hold my hand — we were born
To carry each other through the night.
One roof, one fire, one beating heart,
No distance ever pulls us apart.

Different branches, one tree —
You fall, you land on me.
Blood is a river, it always finds the sea.
We hold, we hold, we hold each other,
We hold, we hold—

One roof over a thousand storms,
Every crack lets in the light.
We hold, we hold, we hold each other,
No distance ever pulls us apart.

One roof, one fire, one beating heart,
The thread runs through the dark and back to start.