A house is not a home de Dionne Warwick

A chair is still a chair
even when there's no one sitting there
but a chair is not a house
and a house is not a home
when there's no one there to hold you tight,
and no one there you can kiss good night.
A room is still a room
even when there's nothing there but gloom;
but a room is not a house,
and a house is not a home
when the two of us are far apart
and one of us has a broken heart.
Now and then i call your name
and suddenly your face appears
but it's just a crazy game
when it ends it ends in tears.
Darling, have a heart,
don't let one mistake keep us apart.
i'm not meant to live alone. turn this house into a home.
when i climb the stair and turn the key,
oh, please be there still in love with me.