We're so loud in this house but we never ever speak up.
We are crowded in this house yet so alone.
Why don't I give a clue of what I feel or what I want to, well,
'cause you have to admit - that simply wouldn't fit
Oh, we never drink cheap wine no more. We never lay down on the floor.
Oh, taste this kiss or just walk away; 'cause I'm done with loveless days
We go out for little walks - long boring talkless walks,
'cause we just cannot figure out that perfect thing to say.
Oh, baby can't you see, it's growing all over the tapestry;
flowers and sprouts signing - get out.

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