Whose sticky hands are there
   And what is this empty place
   I could be happily lost but for your face
   Here stands an empty house
   That used to be full of life
   Now it's home for no one and his wife
   It's a hovel and...
   Who can take your place?
   I can't face another day
   And who will shelter me?
   It's cold in here
   Cover me
   Under these fingertips a strange body rolls and dips
   I close my eyes and you're here again
   Later as day descends
   I'll shout from my window
   To anyone listening, "I'm losing"
   Who can take your place?
   I can't face another day
   And who will shelter me?
   It's cold in here
   Cover me
   Oh in a plague of hateful questioning
   Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear
   I hear the din of lovers jousting
   When I'm hiding with my head to the wall
   Who will shelter me?
   It's cold in here