Graham Coxon
This House
In this house nothing keeps you warmIn this house writings on the wallFelt like this beforeIn this house vinegar and painIn this house loneliness againNights without an endWeeping trees, scolded knees, you'll never see a place to hideA bed of bones and bruising stones, so alone inside the fearIn this house nothing keeps you warmIn this house writings on the wallFelt like this before
From Letras Mania