In this house 
There's no order 
There's no loss of love out here 
If it's over 

And though I call out to you 
something is haunting these four walls 
Baby, you know it's true 

I will crawl 
Right back to you 
Under swollen summer sky, 
I'll be there soon 

I feel tall, tall, 
On new, fast days 
There's no room to breathe but I don't think twice 
We'll be there soon 
Soon 

Well I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathe 
I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me leave 
I'll answer my 
And we hold it 

My heart is clean 
Like a cratered moon 
And the sea 
Of darkling mood 

And I'll be true 
True to you 
We may consume ourselves but then I don't think twice 
We'll be there soon 
Soon 

I'll answer my 
Trick of the hour 
Let me breathe 

I'll answer my 
Trick of the hour 
Let me leave 

I'll answer mine 
Then we hold it 

Oh, oh 
There's nothing here 
Oh, oh 
There's nothing here 
Here