Testo Homelife

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

And in your alone time you ponder the curse;
Your untroubled homelife is not what it was.
And sleep in a building that fades, and it caves, and combusts.

The smiling spectre who lives behind your head,
and a long-lost 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 time you ponder the curse,
Your untroubled homelife is not what it was.

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