“The Sound the House Was Making”

(Album: The Quiet Things We Become)

Lyrics

Verse 1

There was a settling in the evening

A language I had never known

The soft complaint of aging floorboards

The steady hum beneath the home

A window breathing with the weather

The sigh of heat inside the walls

And all the quiet things around me

Had been speaking after all

Pre-Chorus

I used to live above the surface

Too restless to receive

The simple holy music

Hidden underneath

Chorus

I heard the sound the house was making

Like a hymn I’d missed for years

The whisper of a life still holding

The grace beneath the wear

And every small familiar echo

Felt like mercy calling me

I heard the sound the house was making

And it sounded just like peace

Verse 2

The kettle stirred its patient chorus

The hallway answered back

The chair beside the table settled

Like it remembered where I’d sat

And nothing asked for meaning

Nothing tried to prove its worth

It simply filled the silence

With the kindness of the earth

Pre-Chorus

What once seemed so ordinary

Now carried something true

A thousand quiet mercies

I was finally listening to

Final Chorus

I heard the sound the house was making

And something in me slowed

As if the walls had kept a wisdom

I had only just now known

And in that tender conversation

Between stillness, time, and space

I heard the sound the house was making

And it called my spirit home