V A E L O R A - Favorite House

Your keys by the bowl, your shoes on the floor.
I like the screen door side, the fan in the hall,
You leave a little light on, that's enough for it all.
And I come in slow, like I've been here before,
Your little old song makes me want more.
You say, "Come close," I say, "I might," this is my place,
This is my night.
My favorite house, my favorite house, your favorite house,
Your favorite house.