In this house 

There's no order 

There's no loss of love out here 

If it's over 



And though I call out to you 

something is haunting these four walls 

Baby, you know it's true 



I will crawl 

Right back to you 

Under swollen summer sky, 

I'll be there soon 



I feel tall, tall, 

On new, fast days 

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

We'll be there soon 

Soon 



Well I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathe 

I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me leave 

I'll answer my 

And we hold it 



My heart is clean 

Like a cratered moon 

And the sea 

Of darkling mood 



And I'll be true 

True to you 

We may consume ourselves but then I don't think twice 

We'll be there soon 

Soon 



I'll answer my 

Trick of the hour 

Let me breathe 



I'll answer my 

Trick of the hour 

Let me leave 



I'll answer mine 

Then we hold it 



Oh, oh 

There's nothing here 

Oh, oh 

There's nothing here 

Here