(Springfield)

We don't talk much

We don't make live like we used to

And I stay guarded

I've got walls and triggers

I never thought I had

And so do you

But this is love

And that's the way we seem content to play it



I touch your clothes when you're e gone

I let your scent wash over me

You cry at night and you wish just like a child

That we were how we used to be



There's' a stranger in the house

In the house

There's a stranger in the house

In the house

There's 's a stranger in the house

In the house

And she looks like somebody from a lifetime ago



I stonewall you, you stonewall me

But we both know that

Hiding deep inside us

Lives the love that we try hard to lose

And never will

But this is war

And that's the way we seem content to fight it



I get so angry and confused 'cause

I want out but I want you

You can't decide between moving out

Or moving in

You don't know what to do



With a stranger in the house

In the house

There's a stranger in the house

In the house

There's a stranger in the house

In the house

And she looks like you

And he looks like me



Is this the same girl

That I fought so hard to win

And now I fight to lose her

Now I feel that it's just like skin to skin

And nerve to nerve

Strung out like wire

Is that the way we are content to live



We face off in anger

In rooms once filled with love

Looking for a chink in the armour

Where we can stab the blade

What are we thinking of



There's a stranger in the house

In the house

There's a stranger in the house

In the hou