This House 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 its home for no one And his wife Its a hovel and (Who) Who can take your place I cant face another day And (Who) Who will shelter me Its cold in here Cover me Under these fingertips A strange body rolls and dips I close my eyes And youre here again Later as day descends Ill shout from my window To anyone listening Im losing (Who) Who can take your place I cant face another day And (Who) Who will shelter me Its 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 Im hiding with my head to the wall So (Who) Who will shelter me Its cold in here.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 23:48:28 +0000
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