Down in the valley of the shadow of doldrums
I find you painting the walls
Just spinning, sweating like you're writing a poem
Like there's no ghost in the halls
I always read between the lines for one more day
Always wandering around to meet halfway
I wanna move into your house
Making my bed where the sun comes out again
Pulling me back off of the fence
Throwing the lines of my best defense away
You'll find me wading in the shores of affection
I've heard the current is cold
And when my boredom speaks and raises objections
Well, I may want to be bold
All the old will be burnt up and pass away
I wanna move into your house
Making my bed where the sun comes out again
There is a warmth where you are
There is a sense that relief's not far away
Turning over restless self-inducing thirst to lay my head
Somewhere I can forget to check myself
Where there's a blanket of sweet disregard
Pulled up over my eyes
And in the mid afternoon you're out in the garden
Planting madness and adaptation and images of people we know
I wanna move in to your house
I wanna move in to your house
I wanna move in to your house
