There's a house in your head and the lights, they are on
They shine through your eyes, through your mouth on your tongue
There's a house in my head but the lights, they're not on
They went out one by one in your heart, in your lungs
It's not funny anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
Place out heads, side to side, knock a hole through the walls
Push your tongue through my ears and nail me, nail me to the floor
Leave me there inside the house, flush the keys, slam the door
Then you scream through the keyhole: It's not funny anymore
It's not funny anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
There's a car on the road and it drives like a dream
See your lights in my eyes as my tears stream
Tear the brakes from the floor, drop your toes on the gas
I'll stand here like a wall that you made from sugar glass
It's not funny anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
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- My Luna
- Rehearsal Tapes
- Cambridge Junction 1998
- Outtakes
- Ex-Maniac
- Ugly Beautiful
- Miscellaneous
- Acoustic 3
- Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 4
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 51: November 1997
- The Very Best of Drive Time: 40 Driving Classics and Feel...
- Careless Whisper, Volume 4
- 1995-11-04: Festival des Inrockuptibles, La Cigale,...
- Songs to Make You Feel Good
- Something for the Weekend
- Untitled 3
- Daily Star: Jukebox Classics, Volume 1
- Dr. Martens AirWair, Volume 1
- Hit Machine 15
- NME: Singles of the Week 1996