I'll sing you a songnHow it might be to live in one housenWith two different homesnEach of us unlock front doors of our ownnLeading our two livesnIn symmetrynnThe street has billowing trees on both sidesnAnd our housennIn the house with the two front doorsnWe exist side by sidennMornings, we wake from our own separate roomsnEach looking out on the same bright daynA bird perched on your sillnSinging his songnWill soon fly to my sillnAnd we'll sing alongnnInto the kitchen we fill up our cupsnAt the same time withnOur drippy faucetsnnWon't it be grand to know thatnSomeone else is stirring their tea?nnIn the house with the two front doorsnWe exist side by sidennA game of checkers where nobody winsnTwo separate games of solitairenYou on the front porchnAnd I on a swingnIn this way, we livenSo happilynnSaying hello as we gather our mailnGoing indoorsnAnd smiling alonennWhat friendly neighbors we will prove to benIn our housennIn the house with the two front doorsnWe exist side by sidennThe seasons pass and the trees lose their leavesnBut our house, looking still and brightnnWarming our fingers by the same stovenBut you on your end and I on minennStepping outside andnBoth wondering whennWhen will it ever be springtimenEver again?nnThe streets are lined with piles of shining snownEach of us walks through the coldnnInto the house with the two front doorsnWe exist side by sidennI do not know where this house isnThe humble place to live with two front doorsnThe house with two front doorsnThe house with two front doors