| The house tonight is sealed with ice | |
| And I can hear the rear window ache | |
| Inside I'm warm and very much alive, alike | |
| And it's just nice to know I can write me up a place to go | |
| Where I'm free from the pressure that binds me | |
| Moments pass me like cars | |
| I could care | |
| I'm not moved, I'm sick, oh yeah | |
| The house tonight's on loan for all I like | |
| The house that hope has built inside my child mind | |
| Hey, I don't want to be confined in a charity of my own worth | |
| Now I've earned more than I'll ever | |
| Moments pass me like cars | |
| I could care | |
| I'm not depressed, I'm sick, oh yeah | |
| My logic is backward | |
| Tables turn overnight | |
| Tables turn | |
| Moments pass me like cars | |
| I could care | |
| I'm not moved, I'm sick, oh yeah | |
| There is a hole in my life I lost to luck | |
| There is a hole in my life I lost to luck | |
| There is a hole in my life I lost to luck | |
| There is a hole in my life I lost to luck |