More songs by Alan Walker
More songs by Alessia Labate
Description
Main Artist: Alan Walker
Main Artist: Alessia Labate
Producer: Alan Walker
Producer: Mood Melodies
Lyricist: Alan Walker
Lyricist: Anders Frøen
Lyricist: Jesper Borgen
Lyricist: Sarah Blanchard
Lyricist: Sophie Simmons
Lyricist: Phoebe Ryan
Composer: Alan Walker
Composer: Anders Frøen
Composer: Jesper Borgen
Composer: Sarah Blanchard
Composer: Sophie Simmons
Composer: Phoebe Ryan
Lyrics and translation
Original
I know this house is falling, it's falling, it's falling down.
This old familiar feeling is freaking, freaking me out.
The silence is too loud.
Oh, I knocked on all the doors, picked up the pictures on the floor, but no, no, no, no, no. Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turn on the electricity, but no, no, no, no, no.
Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Nobody is home.
Nobody is home. Your picture's in the hallway, colors fade, they fade to gray.
Your imprint in the mattress, but I guess all that remains.
Some things never change.
Oh, I knocked on all the doors, picked up the pictures on the floor, but no, no, no, no, no. Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turn on the electricity, but no, no, no, no, no.
Nobody is home, nobody is home. Nobody is home.
Nobody is home.
English translation
I know this house is falling, it's falling, it's falling down.
This old familiar feeling is freaking, freaking me out.
The silence is too loud.
Oh, I knocked on all the doors, picked up the pictures on the floor, but no, no, no, no, no. Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turn on the electricity, but no, no, no, no, no.
Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Nobody is home.
Nobody is home. Your picture's in the hallway, colors fade, they fade to gray.
Your imprint in the mattress, but I guess all that remains.
Some things never change.
Oh, I knocked on all the doors, picked up the pictures on the floor, but no, no, no, no, no. Nobody is home, nobody is home.
Oh, I tried twisting the key, turn on the electricity, but no, no, no, no, no.
Nobody is home, nobody is home. Nobody is home.
Nobody is home.