Quando a casa da gente vira apenas uma casa. Um albergue. Coisa assim.

A House Is Not a Home1964 - Burt Bacharach and Hal David. No post lá de baixo, com Eliane Elias, maravilhosa.Aqui com a jazz diva Sarah Vaughn. E lyrics, pra tu cantar along. Manda ver.
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss good night

A room is still a room
Even when there's nothing there but gloom
But a room is not a house
A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss good night

Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But it's just a crazy game
When it ends it ends in tears

Darling have a heart
Don't let one mistake keep us apart
Whatever I'm not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
When I climb the stair and turn the key
Oh please be there still in love with me