Your walls are thin, your house is made of twigs, and all your 'presents' are just farts.

You would

Give away anything
Under the sky
If it meant
I would stay here
Under your roof, but
I know the
truth; you need me
Here by your side
And Lord knows you've
Tried to sleep down
Here on your own
But you'd feel alone.

O! Your walls, your
Walls aren't so thick
Your house, it seems, is
Made out of
Twigs
And I can see right through.

The things you gave to keep
Us in your hold
The trinkets, the bijous are
Made out of
Air
So we can see right through.