There's a hole in The roof Of my house Although The hole isn't Directly above my bed It leaks Into the second layer of roofing And funnels itself Right to where I lay my head
My room is A puddle And my heart is Torn wide open Because love doesn't look Like lies On grapevines Whispering willows That climb Crawl past Cranes And crows in the sky Blocking out the sun Making night the only Thing that shines
Love doesn't look Like bruised bones And paranoid telephones love doesn't seem Emotionally estranged and So incredibly alone
It's lips Are warm And soft like home the pretty And the ugly Are both grown But love stays through Winter snow
My room is Puddles And I feel so alone But that doesn't mean Your love lips Will ever be home