this house lyrics – 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)
who can take your place
i can’t face another day
and
(who)
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 losing

(who)
who can take your place
i can’t face another day
and
(who)
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
so

(who)
who will shelter me
it’s cold in here.

/ alison moyet lyrics