Fine young cannibals

In this house
There's no order
There's no loss of love out here
If it's over

I know I called
Out to you
Something is haunting these four walls
You know it's true

I will crawl
Right back to you
Under the smoldering summer sky
I'll be there soon

I've been told
Of the new fast days
There's some room to breathe but I don't think twice
We'll be there soon

Well all that's a man
Has trickled out
Let me breathe

All that's a man
Has trickled out
Let me leave

All that's a man
Then we hold

My heart is clean
Like a crater of the moon
And the sea
Of cackling gloom

I'll be true
True to you
We may consume ourselves but I don't think twice
I'll be there soon, so...

Well all that's a man
Has trickled out
Let me breathe

All that's a man
Has trickled out
Let me leave

All that's a man
Then we hold it

Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here
Uh oh, oh, there's nothing here here