Testo: Wolf Parade. At Mount Zoomer. Fine Young Cannibals.

In this house there?s no aura
There?s no loss of love out there if it?s over

And though I call out to you
Something is haunting these four walls
You know it?s true

I will crawl up right back to you
Under a swollen summer sky I?ll be there soon

I?ve been told, told of these first dates
There?s no room to breathe but darling don?t think twice
We?ll be there soon, soon

All that?s in the mind, trick of the eye won?t let me breathe
All that?s in the mind, trick of the eye won?t let me leave
All that?s in the mind and we hold it


My heart is clean like the crater of the moon
And the sea of darkling gloom
Well I?ll be true, true to you

We may consume ourselves but darling don?t think twice
We?ll be there soon
Soon

All that?s in the mind, trick of the eye won?t let me breathe
All that?s in the mind, trick of the eye won?t let me leave
All that?s in the mind, and we hold it

Uh-oh-oh there?s nothing here
Oh-oh-oh there?s nothing here
Here