Graham Coxon - This House lyrics

In this house nothing keeps you warm In this house writings on the wall, felt like this before In this house vinegar and pain In this house loneliness again, nights without an end Weeping trees, scolded knees, you'll never see a place to hide A bed of bones and bruising stones so alone inside the fear In this house nothing keeps you warm In this house writings on the wall, felt like this before