Ross King - Our Apartment Lyrics

I miss the smell of our apartment, babe.
I miss the windows and the light
I miss the old wood and the fireside
I miss the coldness of the nights

I miss coming up the stairs to you
I miss you opening the door
I miss the way I used to sing for you
And the way you'd ask for more

It's our house
It's our apartment, babe
And I can't believe there's someone else just living there
Don't they know
It's our home
It's a place we'll always have, but never own

I miss us making Sunday dinners, babe.
I miss you in your underwear
And for every night that I'm no longer there
I'll keep a memory instead
I miss you hugging all the sheets at night
I miss your body in the bed
I miss your kisses in the morning sun
I miss your head upon my chest

It's our house
It's our apartment, babe
And I can't believe there's someone else just living there
Don't they know
It's our home
It's a place we'll always have but never own

It's our house
It's our apartment, babe
And I can't believe there's someone else just living there
Don't they know
It's our home

It's a place we'll always have, but never own