My life is a house You crawl through the window Slip across the floor and into the reception room You enter the place Of endless persuasion Like a knock on the door when there's ten or more things to do
Who was that calling? You my companion Run to the water on a burning beach It brings me relief
Pass through the walls To find my intentions Circle round in a strange hypnotic state I look into space There is no connection A million point of light and a conversation I can't face
Cast me off one day To lose my inhibitions Sit like a lap-dog on a matron's knee Wear the nails on your feet
I woke up the house Stumbled in sideways The lights went on and everybody screamed surprise The savage review It left me gasping But it warms my heart to see that you can do it too
Total surrender Your touch is so tender Your skin is like water on a burning beach And it brings me relief
In the back row, under the stars And the ceiling is my floor