Fine Young Cannibals — Wolf Parade

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

I know I called Out to you Something is haunting these four walls You know it's true

I will crawl Right back to you Under the smoldering summer sky I'll be there soon

I've been told Of the new fast days There's some room to breathe but i don't think twice We'll be there soon

Well all that's a man Has trickled out Let me breathe

All that's a man Has trickled out Let me leave

All that's a man Then we hold

My heart is clean Like a crater of the moon And the sea Of cackling gloom

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 a man Has trickled out Let me breathe

All that's a man Has trickled out Let me leave

All that's a man Then we hold it

Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here; here