THIS HOUSE
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 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 any 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
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