This House — текст песни (Moyet Alison)

Whose sticky hands are there
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 can take your place?
I can`t face another day
And 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 can take your place?
I can`t face another day
And 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
Who will shelter me?
It`s cold in here