I'll sing you a songHow it might be to live in one 
house
With two different homes
Each of us unlock front doors of our own
Leading our two lives
In symmetry
The street has billowing trees on both sides
And our house
In the house with the two front doors
We exist side by side
Mornings, we wake from our own separate rooms
Each looking out on the same bright day
A bird perched on your sill
Singing his song
Will soon fly to my sill
And we'll sing along
Into the kitchen we fill up our cups
At the same time with
Our drippy faucets
Won't it be grand to know that
Someone else is stirring their tea?
In the house with the two front doors
We exist side by side
A game of checkers where nobody wins
Two separate games of solitaire
You on the front porch
And I on a swing
In this way, we live
So happily
Saying hello as we gather our mail
Going indoors
And smiling alone
What friendly neighbors we will prove to be
In our house
In the house with the two front doors
We exist side by side
The seasons pass and the trees lose their leaves
But our house, looking still and bright
Warming our fingers by the same stove
But you on your end and I on mine
Stepping outside and
Both wondering when
When will it ever be springtime
Ever again?
The streets are lined with piles of shining snow
Each of us walks through the cold
Into the house with the two front doors
We exist side by side
I do not know where this house is
The humble place to live with two front doors
The house with two front doors
The house with two front doors