This House Lyrics

Graham Coxon This House

In this house nothing keeps you warm
In this house writings on the wall
Felt like this before

In this house vinegar and pain
In this house loneliness again
Nights without an end

Weeping trees, scolded knees, you'll never see a place to
hide
A bed of bones and bruising stones, so alone inside the
fear

In this house nothing keeps you warm
In this house writings on the wall
Felt like this before