Alison Moyet - This house (1991)

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Whose sticky hands are these

And what is this empty place

I could be happily lost

But for your face

Here stands an empty house

That used to be full of life

Now it's home for no one

And his wife

It's a hovel and


(Who)

Who can take your place

I can't face another day

And

(Who)

Who will shelter me

It's cold in here

Cover me


Under these fingertips

A strange body rolls and dips

I close my eyes

And you're here again

Later as day descends

I'll shout from my window

To anyone listening

I'm losing


(Who)

Who can take your place

I can't face another day

And

(Who)

Who will shelter me

It's cold in here

Cover me


Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning

Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear

I hear the din of lovers jousting

When I'm hiding with my head to the wall

So


(Who)

Who will shelter me

It's cold in here

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