This house that I live in has no reason

This house that I sleep in has no purpose

It has a bed and a few old chairs

Three flights up, two flights of stairs

But it has no reason



Then someone shot through the tyre swing

The dogs barked and bayed in the winter and spring

And the ivy that hung now sadly clings

To a dying season



And I cry at night when the lights go out

And the green eyes fuse and the full moon shouts

From road maps and red lines to lipstick lies

And when the lights go out it's tought to survive



This man holds a hand that shows a tremble

This man that I live in bears his faults

He has a heart and a well worn soul

Ten years a slave to Rock And Roll

But he has to tremble



For the yellow grass on the sun burnt lawn

Sleeps in her seeds from the sunset to dawn

And just like your love that's come and gone

It goes on breathing