Homelife

The same old feeling that crawls into your gut
And the walls are peeling, you're breathing soft and hot
It keeps you moving, through velvet living rooms where figures loomings; they glow behind the gloom

And in your alone time you ponder the cost;
Your untroubled homelife is not what it was

And sleep in a building that fades, and it caves, and combusts

The smiling specter who lives behind your head
And a long-dead lover who slips into your bed
And shakes the rafters, and chills you to your toes
As distant laughter from every evening blows

And in your alone timе you ponder the cost
Your untroubled homеlife is not what it was

And on with an ocean that fades, and it caves, and combusts