Fine Young Cannibals

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