this house

Lyrics

whose sticky hands are these, and what is this empty place, i could be happily lost, but for your face, here stands an empty house, that used to be full of life, now it's home for no one, and his wife, it's a hovel and, who can take your place, i can't face another day, and, who will shelter me, it's cold in here, cover me, under these fingertips, a strange body rolls and dips, i close my eyes, and you're here again, later as day descends, i'll shout from my window, to anyone listening, i'm losing, who can take your place, i can't face another day, and, who will shelter me, it's cold in here, cover me, oh, in a plague of hateful questioning, tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear, i hear the din of lovers jousting, when i'm hiding with my head to the wall, so, who will shelter me, it's cold in here.