My life is a house
You crawl through the window
Slip across the floor and into the reception room
You enter the place of endless persuasion
Like a knock on the door when there is ten or more things to do
Who is that calling?
You my companion
Run to the water on a burning beach
And it brings me relief
Pass through the walls
Find my intentions
Circle 'round in a strange hypnotic state
I look into space
There is no connection
A million points of life
And a conversation I can't fast
Cast me off one day
Too lose my inhibitions
Sit like a lapdog on a matrons knee
With the nails in your feet
I woke up the house
Stumbled in sideways
The lights went on and everybody screamed, "Suprise!"
The savage review it left me gasping
But it warms my heart to see that you can do it too
Total surrender
Your touch is so tender
Your skin is like water
On a burning beach
And it brings me relief
And it brings me relief
And it brings me relief
Brings me relief
Brings me relief
In the back door under the stars
And the ceiling is my floor
In the back door under the stars
And the ceiling is my floor
