This House

Henry Morris

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The last of the bombs went off
Los Angeles is nothing but some rubble and dust and
The oceans drying up
The fire from the dying buildings reflects on her body

I overheard
The money's tight and your lover's bored
I never learned
The love may be dead but the baby's born

Always leaving, I hate being left
This home's a cage with a chain to the bed
You cut me out before I got the chance
To cut you first, now I need you again

Oh, baby, look what you've started
The city is burning
Don't they know the world is ending
The second you left me
Why have the waves kept on crashing?
I can't understand, how could you do this to me?

I'm losing my hold
This house feels emptier with you home
I don't wanna know
I bet the feeling is mutual

Always leaving, I hate being left
This home's a cage with a chain to the bed
You cut me out before I got the chance
To cut you first, now I need you again

Oh, baby, look what you've started
The city is burning
Don't they know the world is ending
The second you left me
Why have the waves kept on crashing?
I can't understand, how could you do this to me?

Oh, and I'm yet to figure out
Why you put me down?
Oh, and you're burning down this house
Just to piss me off
Why even stay?
Your mind ain't changin', oh
Why should I stay?
Your mind ain't changing

Oh, baby, look what you've started
The city is burning
Don't they know the world is ending
The second you left me
Why have the waves kept on crashing?
I can't understand, how could you do this to me?