This House - Alison Moyet

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 loosing»

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

Who will shelter me?

It’s cold in here