Fine Young Cannibals

In this house

There's no order

There's no loss of love out here

If it's over

I know I called

Out to you

Something is haunting these four walls

You know it's true

I will crawl

Right back to you

Under the smoldering summer sky

I'll be there soon

I've been told

Of the new fast days

There's some room to breathe but I don't think twice

We'll be there soon

Well all that's a man

Has trickled out

Let me breathe

All that's a man

Has trickled out

Let me leave

All that's a man

Then we hold

My heart is clean

Like a crater of the moon

And the sea

Of cackling gloom

I'll be true

True to you

We may consume ourselves but I don't think twice

I'll be there soon, so...

Well all that's a man

Has trickled out

Let me breathe

All that's a man

Has trickled out

Let me leave

All that's a man

Then we hold it

Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here

Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here; here