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 in my mind

Has trickled out

Won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind

Has trickled out

Won't let me leave

All that's in my mind

Then we hold it

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 in my mind

Has trickled out

Won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind

Has trickled out

Won't let me leave

All that's in my mind

Then we hold it

Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here

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