Broken Furniture - John Foxx, Louis Gordon

I live in a house with broken furniture

I live in an apartment with no walls

I speak in a language I don’t understand

I threw away my books and now I read the walls

I know I can read the walls

I know I can read the walls

I learned how to read the walls

I know how to read the walls

I’ve got a friend I’ve never seen before

He lives with a women he’s never met

They come to visit when I’m not at home

They talk about things that I can’t forget

No, no, no I can’t forget

No, no I can never forget

I know I can never forget

No, no I can’t forget

I’m sure this suit was made for someone else

I’m talking with a voice that is not my own

I’m married to someone I don’t recognise

We synchronise with the traffic flow

Oh, oh the traffic flow

Oh, oh the traffic flow

Oh, oh the traffic flow

Woh, woh the traffic flow

I live in a house with broken furniture

I thought Ileft here years ago

I live in a house with broken furniture

Looks like there’s nowhere else to go No, no nowhere else to go Oh no, nowhere else to go No, no nowhere else to go Oh no, nowhere else to go

I can’t tell you just where I’m living now

I never want you to find this place

A river’s running through the ford again

Maybe one day we could swim away?

One day we can swim away

One day we can swim away

One day we can swim away

One day we can swim away

One day