Evening comes in through the kitchen glass
The kettle's going and the radio's low
Flour on the counter, one bulb out
I shut the tap off to hear the gate
Two mugs down before I hear the car
Then headlights come up over the hill
Engine off, and the gate swings wide
I'm already halfway down the hall
Turn it up, we've never known the words
We've been getting it wrong for fifteen years
Steam on the window, socks on the tile
Nobody's leaving, nobody sits down
We're the loudest house on the street tonight
The door stays unlocked, you're always coming back
Keys in the blue bowl, coat across the chair
That dent in the table from moving day
You tell the moving-day part wrong again
You spin me once between the sink and stove
The speaker crackles, our song comes on
Neither of us can reach that note
Out on the step the road's still warm
A truck goes past, the driver waves
You hold up a photo from last July
Both of us squinting into the sun
You say, look how loud we still are
Turn it up, we've never known the words
We've been getting it wrong for fifteen years
Porch light, kitchen light, every light on
You turn to me, the hill behind you
we were burning bright
we were burning bright
We're the loudest house on the street tonight
Leave the door unlocked, leave the kettle on
We're the loudest house on the street tonight
