Alison Moyet – This House (Album Version)


It’s cold in here
Who can take your place
Under these fingertips
When I’m hiding with my head to the wall
That used to be full of life
(Who)
Cover me

So

And what is this empty place
I can’t face another day
To anyone listening
Cover me
Who will shelter me

Here stands an empty house
Who can take your place
I close my eyes
I hear the din of lovers jousting
I’m losing
Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning
(Who)
(Who)
Later as day descends
I could be happily lost
And
A strange body rolls and dips
And
And his wife
Now it’s home for no one
(Who)
I’ll shout from my window
But for your face

Who will shelter me
I can’t face another day
(Who)
It’s a hovel and
It’s cold in here
Who will shelter me
Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear

And you’re here again
It’s cold in here
Whose sticky hands are these