歌词：Alison Moyet. This House.

Whose sticky hands are these
And what is this empty place?
I could be happily lost but for your face
Here stands an empty house
That used to be full of life
Now it's home for no one and his wife

It's a hovel and
Who can take your place?
I can't face another day
And who will shelter me?
It's cold in here
Cover me

Under these fingertips
A strange body rolls and dips
I close my eyes and you're here again
Later as day descends
I'll shout from my window
To anyone listening, "I'm losing"

Who can take your place?
I can't face another day
And who will shelter me?
It's cold in here
Cover me

Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning
Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear
I hear the din of lovers jousting
When I'm hiding with my head to the wall

So who will shelter me?
It's cold in here