Wolf Parade - Fine Young Cannibals

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