Fine Young Cannibals - Wolf Parade

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

They 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 the new fast days

There’s some room to breathe but then I don’t think twice

We’ll be there soon, 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 cratered moon

And the sea

Of darkling mood

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