This House

<br>Whose sticky hands are there<br>And what is this empty place<br>I could be happily lost but for your face<br>Here stands an empty house<br>That used to be full of life<br>Now it`s home for no one and his wife<br>It`s a hovel and...<br>Who can take your place?<br>I can`t face another day<br>And who will shelter me?<br>It`s cold in here<br>Cover me<br>Under these fingertips a strange body rolls and dips<br>I close my eyes and you`re here again<br>Later as day descends<br>I`ll shout from my window<br>To anyone listening, "I`m losing"<br>Who can take your place?<br>I can`t face another day<br>And who will shelter me?<br>It`s cold in here<br>Cover me<br>Oh in a plague of hateful questioning<br>Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear<br>I hear the din of lovers jousting<br>When I`m hiding with my head to the wall<br>Who will shelter me?<br>It`s cold in here