A chair is still a chair, even when there´s no one sittin´ 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 goodnight
A room is still a room, oh, even when there´s nothin´ but gloom But a room is not a house and a house is not a home When the two of us are far apart And one of us has a broken heart
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
I´m not meant to live alone, Turn this house into a home When I climb the stairs and turn the key Oh, please be there, sayin´ that you´re still in love with me
Still in love with me
Text von Burt Bacharach & Hal David
