There's a house in your head And the lights, they are on They shine through your eyes Through your mouth on your tongue There's a house in my head But the lights, they're not on They went out, one by one In your heart, in your lungs
It's not funny anymore
Place our heads side to side Knock a hole through the wall Push your tongue through my ears And nail me, nail me to the floor Leave me there inside the house Flush the keys, slam the door Then you scream through the keyhole It's not funny anymore
It's not funny anymore
There's a car on the road And it drives like a dream See your lies in my eyes As my tears stream Tear the brakes from the floor Drop your toes on the gas I'll stand here like a wall That you made from sugarglass
It's not funny anymore
Compositor: Steven Michael Jones (Jones Stephen Michael) (PRS)Editor: Butterfly Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #16854566 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM