[Intro] [Six-note descending bass riff, tribal toms enter] [Verse] The morning came without a sound The curtains hadn't moved I washed my face in freezing water Felt the cold against my skin The wardrobe, bed, the writing desk The silver on the tray I saw myself inside the glass But he was nowhere there [Chorus] There's something wrong with this house There's something wrong with me I count the doors, I count the stairs I count the pulse I cannot free There's something wrong with this house I swear I felt it breathe Against my back, between my ribs And every road comes back to me [Instrumental] [Descending bass riff, dissonant chorused guitars] [Verse] He stood behind me yesterday I never heard him come The shaving glass reflected only My own face and the sun I cut my cheek against the blade He caught me by the wrist His fingers tightened at the blood Thumb pressed against my pulse He smiled and took the glass away And threw it to the ground He said some things were dangerous To keep around the house His mouth was very close to mine His eyes upon my skin I felt the pressure leave my wrist But something stayed within [Chorus] There's something wrong with this house There's something wrong with me I count the doors, I count the stairs I count the pulse I cannot free There's something wrong with this house I swear I felt it breathe Against my back, between my ribs And every road comes back to me [Instrumental] [Four-note reed organ motif over relentless bass] [Bridge] I watched him crawl outside the wall His face turned toward the stone His fingers found the cracks between Like something born below I wrote the date I wrote it twice I folded up the page I have no way to send it out And nothing left to say Except the heat still on my wrist [Final Chorus] There's something wrong with this house There's something wrong with me I count the doors, I count the stairs I count the pulse I cannot free There's something wrong with this house I swear I felt it breathe Against my back, between my ribs And every road comes back to me [Outro] There's no one in the corridor No footsteps on the floor I know I locked the bedroom So who unlocked the door? And left the cold of him Still lying on the sheets [Final bass note, full stop] [End]
