Linctus House
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You know, I used to call my baby up, and we'd get real close, just like the telephone was a sofa, and our thoughts would mingle And we'd leave our minds wide open, like a big window in the evening air, and we'd say: "'Hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul.' -'Hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul.'" But these days, even saying, "'Hello, How are you?' 'I'm fine, how are you?'" takes a lot of sweat Ain't that a shame Ain't that a shame But in Linctus House In my flesh hotel I don't care anymore You know, my baby and me, as Kimberley would say, we'd curl up like two dogs in front of a fire, and our eyes would reflect each other in the warm long heat of love Yeah, the warm long heat of love And I would hear the rain falling on the leaves outside, I couldn't stand to close the window 'Cos I'd shiver if I left her side But now I'd shake if we should meet And I spend most of my time in the bushes Ain't that a shame Know what you're doing Ain't that a shame Know what you've done But in Linctus House In my flesh hotel I don't care anymore 'I understand how everything sometimes turns out to be nothing,' you say But I wonder if you do And if we understood each other, there'd be no need to talk But even that, even talking, is out of reach--should I say it with flowers, or should I say it with nails? I'm not the kind to push you around, but I don't want to make myself vulnerable And if I was on my knees, you'd have a pretty good view of my skull And I happen to know you're carrying a chisel But in Linctus House In my flesh hotel I don't care anymore, no In Linctus House In my flesh hotel I don't care Ain't that a shame Know what you're doing Ain't that a shame Know what you've done
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