In this housenThere’s no ordernThere’s no loss of love out herenIf it’s overnnAnd though I call out to younsomething is haunting these four wallsnBaby, you know it’s truennI will crawlnRight back to younUnder swollen summer sky,nI’ll be there soonnnI feel tall, tall,nOn new, fast daysnThere’s no room to breathe but I don’t think twicenWe’ll be there soonnSoonnnWell I’ll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathenI’ll answer my trick of the hour, let me leavenI’ll answer mynAnd we hold itnnMy heart is cleannLike a cratered moonnAnd the seanOf darkling moodnnAnd I’ll be truenTrue to younWe may consume ourselves but then I don’t think twicenWe’ll be there soonnSoonnnI’ll answer mynTrick of the hournLet me breathennI’ll answer mynTrick of the hournLet me leavennI’ll answer minenThen we hold itnnOh, ohnThere’s nothing herenOh, ohnThere’s nothing herenHere