Crowded House. Nails In My Feet. Zeneszám

My life is a house
You crawl through the window
Slip across the floor and into the recpition room
You enter the place of endless persuasion
Like a knock on the door when there is ten or more things to do

Who is that calling?
You my companion
Run through the water on a burning beach
And it brings me relief

Pass through the walls
Find my intentions
Circle round in a strange hipnotic state
I look into space
there is no connection
A million points of life
And a conversation I can't fast

Cast me off one day
Too lose my inhibitions
Sit like a lap on a matrons knee
Like the nails in your feet

Woke up the house
Stumbled in sideways
The lights went on and everybody screamed suprise
The savage review it left me gasping
But it warms my heart to see that you can do it to

Total surrender
Your touch is so tender
Your skin is like water
On a burning beach
And it brings me relief
And it brings me relief
And it brings me relief