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

And though I called
Out to you
Something is haunting these four walls
Babe, you know it's true

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

I've been told, told
Of lived fast days
There's no room to breathe
But darling don't think twice
We'll be there soon, soon

Well, all that's in my mind
The trick of the eye
Won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind
The trick of the eye
Won't let me leave

All that's in my mind
Then we hold it

My heart is clean
Like a cratered moon
And the sea
Of dark laying gloom

And I'll be true
True to you
We may consume ourselves with it, I don't think twice
We'll be there soon, so

All that's in my mind
The trick of the eye
Won't let me breathe

All that's in my mind
The trick of the eye
Won't let me leave

All that's in my mind
Then we hold it

Oh, oh, there's nothing here
Oh, oh, there's nothing here, here