Your House

Your House
Right around six or something
There I was
Barefoot in the street
Where I thought I'd
Float through your door
And I'd been there before
But I ain't so

Oh love
I'm going nowhere you won't find me
Maybe I sold love
For what it's worth on the street
Said oh love
There ain't a sharp enough knife
To cut me out of your life
I'm going to your house tonight
And there's gold in the sky
In the city we tried
Shining East of your face
Thought you'd aim at her gates
Though there's nothing to say
Oh love
I'm going nowhere you won't find me
Maybe I sold lovе
For what it's worth on the street
Said oh love
Therе ain't a sharp enough knife
To cut me out of your life
Who's going to your house tonight?
I'm leaving everything to you
So save me the trouble
As you're sliding into view
Save me the trouble
Oh love
I'm going nowhere you won't find me
Maybe I sold love
For what it's worth on the street
Said oh love
There ain't a sharp enough knife
To cut me out of your life
Who's going to your house tonight?
En esta cautivadora canción de 'Inhaler' titulada 'Your House', el narrador nos sumerge en sus pensamientos mientras deambula descalzo por la calle alrededor de las seis de la tarde...