Other People's Houses - Deborah Blando

I like to look into other people’s houses

I like to see inside

I get a thrill from other people’s houses

I get no thrill from mine

My house is lonely

It’s full of memories

And things that I regret, eh, eh

I’d rather just keep walking through the night

It helps me to forget

I like to see inside other people’s houses

I lose control

I can’t help myself

I like to look into other people’s houses

Pretend I’m in there

Although I’m out here and cannot touch

At least I can want

I need to look when everybody doesn’t

I like to see inside

There’s such a mystery in other people’s houses

No mistery left in mine

My house is crowded, filled up with loneliness

There’s no more room at all

I’d rather just keep walking through the night

And see right through the walls

I like to see inside other people’s houses

It turns me on

I can’t help myself

I like to look into other people’s houses

Pretend I’m in there

Although I’m out here and can not touch

At least I can want

So many houses

So many stories

I like to watch them all

I see the fighting

I see the loving

I see right through the walls

I like to see inside other people’s houses

I lose control

I can’t help myself

I need to look into other people’s houses

Pretend I’m in there

Although I’m out here and cannot touch

At least I can want