Fine Young Cannibals

In this house

There's no order

There's no loss of love out here

If it's over

And though I call out to you

something is haunting these four walls

Baby, you know it's true

I will crawl

Right back to you

Under swollen summer sky,

I'll be there soon

I feel tall, tall,

On new, fast days

There's no room to breathe but I don't think twice

We'll be there soon

Soon

Well I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathe

I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me leave

I'll answer my

And we hold it

My heart is clean

Like a cratered moon

And the sea

Of darkling mood

And I'll be true

True to you

We may consume ourselves but then I don't think twice

We'll be there soon

Soon

I'll answer my

Trick of the hour

Let me breathe

I'll answer my

Trick of the hour

Let me leave

I'll answer mine

Then we hold it

Oh, oh

There's nothing here

Oh, oh

There's nothing here

Here