Alison Moyet - This House lyrics

Whose sticky hands are these And what is this empty place I could be happily lost But for your face Here stands an empty house That used to be full of life Now it's home for no one And his wife It's a hovel and (Who) Who can take your place I can't face another day And (Who) Who will shelter me It's cold in here Cover me Under these fingertips A strange body rolls and dips I close my eyes And you're here again Later as day descends I'll shout from my window To anyone listening I'm losing (Who) Who can take your place I can't face another day And (Who) Who will shelter me It's cold in here Cover me Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear I hear the din of lovers jousting When I'm hiding with my head to the wall So (Who) Who will shelter me It's cold in here.