We're so loud in this house but we never ever speak up. We are crowded in this house yet so alone. Why don't I give a clue of what I feel or what I want to, well, 'Cause you have to admit - that simply wouldn't fit Oh, we never drink cheap wine no more. We never lay down on the floor. Oh, taste this kiss or just walk away; 'cause I'm done with loveless days We go out for little walks - long boring talkless walks, 'Cause we just cannot figure out that perfect thing to say. Oh, baby can't you see, it's growing all over the tapestry; Flowers and sprouts signing - get out.