My life is a house. You crawl through the window. Slip across the floor and into the reception room. You enter the place of endless persuasion. Like a knock on the door. When there's ten or more things to do. Who is that calling?. You my companion. Run to the water on a burning beach. And it brings me relief. Pass through the walls. To find my intentions. Circle 'round in a strange hypnotic state. I look into space. There is no connection. A million points of light. And a conversation i can't face. Cast me off one day. To lose my inhibition. Sit like a lap dog on a matron's knee. Wear the nails on your feet. I woke up the house. Stumbled in sideways. The lights went on and everybody screamed "surprise!". The savage review. It left me gasping. But it warms my heart to see that you can do it too. Total surrender. Your touch is so tender. Your skin is like water on a burning beach. And it brings me relief. Like a night in your mind. It brings me relief. In the back door. Under the stars. And the scenery is my floor. In the back room. Under the stars. And the scenery is my floor