I search through windows for something cozy
A yellow light or a bookcase sat just right
I do it every night.
Maybe I'm tired of the suitcase living
Maybe the faces of strangers don't excite me
anymore...

Ooooh this aching heart is
ooooh it's breaking apart
I can't fake it anymore
I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.

I've found my fair share of blind romantics
They all seem pretty with no real consequence
'til my heart's in my hands
I want a door with a lock and a handle
a kitchen sink and a floor that creaks just right
and someone to say goodnight, goodnight to me.

Ooooh this aching heart is
ooooh it's breaking apart
I can't fake it anymore
I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.

Maybe in the hotel light
a stranger's face can seem familiar
actions taken out of sight
can seem wise... in the meantime.

Oooh...

Ooooh this aching heart is
ooooh it's breaking apart
I can't fake it anymore
I wanna settle my bare feet and baggage on the floor.