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 losing"

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