Down in the valley of the shadow of doldrums I find you painting the walls Just spinning, sweating like you're writing a poem Like there's no ghost in the halls I always read between the lines for one more day Always wandering around to meet halfway I wanna move into your house Making my bed where the sun comes out again Pulling me back off of the fence Throwing the lines of my best defense away You'll find me wading in the shores of affection I've heard the current is cold And when my boredom speaks and raises objections Well, I may want to be bold All the old will be burnt up and pass away I wanna move into your house Making my bed where the sun comes out again There is a warmth where you are There is a sense that relief's not far away Turning over restless self-inducing thirst to lay my head Somewhere I can forget to check myself Where there's a blanket of sweet disregard Pulled up over my eyes And in the mid afternoon you're out in the garden Planting madness and adaptation and images of people we know I wanna move in to your house I wanna move in to your house I wanna move in to your house