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 called Out to you Something is haunting these four walls Babe, you know it's true I will crawl 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 Then we hold it My heart is clean Like a cratered moon And the sea Of dark laying gloom And I'll be true True to you We may consume ourselves with it, I don't think twice We'll be there soon, so 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 Oh, oh, there's nothing here Oh, oh, there's nothing here, here