Theres Still A Light In The House

E F#m I'd like to call you on the way home A B Another precious call to waste on my mouth E F#m My chances tugging me by the shoulder A But there's no one home to let you in or let me out (There's still a light in the house) E F#m A I saw a face so close to mine in Chelsea market B There's something about her and there's something about it E F#m A There's a million ways to pass the day on a concrete island B We try get past it, just stuck in the traffic E A Swing your conscience, pull the lever E A Maybe talking's not the feature (There's still a light in the house) E F#m I'd like to call you on the way home A B Another precious call to waste on my mouth E F#m My chances tugging me by the shoulder A But there's no one home to let you in or let me out B E A (There's still a light in the house) B (There's still a light in the house) E F#m It's such a waste to watch you slide out in the hallway A And breakdown in the house B On the street and apartment E F#m We share a ride 'cause you're alone and in the same clothes A B With the blur of the tunnel and the blur of the mirror A E Swing your conscience, pull the lever A Maybe talking's not the feature (There's still a light in the house) E F#m I'd like to call you on the way home A B Another precious call to waste on my mouth E F#m My chances tugging me by the shoulder A But there's no one home to let you in or let me out B E A (There's still a light in the house) B E A (There's still a light in the house) B A (There's still a light in the house) E When she cries, she brings a storm in A I kind of like the way it pours E Three o'clock and callin' in her A She's telling me come on move on E F#m In the Brooklyn light, we're just passersby's A B Her hands on my shoulder, it all feels right E Cause you found me there F#m With your new cut hair A Is it New York? Or Heaven? B I can't think twice now E F#m I'd like to call you on the way home A B Another precious call to waste on my mouth (Maybe talking's not the feature) E F#m My chances tugging me by the shoulder A But there's no one home to let you in or let me out B (There's still a light in the house)