Fine Young Cannibals

In this house, there's no order

There's no loss of love out here

If it's over

And though I've called out to you

Something is haunting these four walls

Babe, you know it's true

I will crawl-awl-awl

Right back to you

Under the swollen summer sky

I'll be there soon

I've been told, told of lived fast days

There's no room to breathe, but darling, don't think twice

We'll be there soon

Soon

Well, all that's in my mind, the trick of the eye, won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind, the trick of the eye, won't let me leave

All that's in my mind, and we hold it

My heart is clean like a cratered moon

And the sea, of dark laying gloom

I'll be true, true to you

We may consume ourselves with it, I don't think twice

We'll be there soon

Soon

All that's in my mind, the trick of the eye, won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind, the trick of the eye, won't let me leave

All that's in my mind, then we hold it

Ohh uh ohh, there's nothing here

Ohh uh ohh, there's nothing here

Here