This House

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 can take your place? I can't face another day And 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 loosing" Who can take your place? I can't face another day And 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 Who will shelter me? It's cold in here --- This House - Alison Moyet