The House
Who is in that house?I opened the door to seeWho is up the stairs?I’m walking up foolishly
And at the end of the hall was a doorAnd I got pulled in by a soundBut I wish I’d never found
In the privacy of your own roomWhere flowers in the wallpaper bloomWhere I just don’t understandIn the privacy of your roomLook away now, look away nowAt the moon
Is somebody watching me?You really shouldn’t seeWhy did you climb that last stairYou found me unaware
What I’m doing now it’s my ownAnd I don’t want it to be knownAnd it has to just remain
In the privacy of my own roomWhere flowers in the wallpaper bloomWhere you just don’t understandIn the privacy of my roomLook away now, look away nowAt the moon
Puzzle me now with mystery clothesThese apples I love, these apples I loathAnd always forgive the future to comeFor stealing the light from the sun