Walter Benjamin - Your House lyrics

It's so windy back home Little girl Where the TV screen goes to sleep And your tiny dances should rule The outside world I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance Will you let me in sometime Just enter the gate And go upstairs Like God? I've heard you used to bash the keys In the morning Before it all started to make sense It all made sense to you But I have never seen the truth written in your books I have never seen the truth written in your books It was left on the ashtrays Where we used to finish our cigarettes - and they're over now Will you let me in sometime Just enter the gate And go upstairs Like God? Your ghosts look beautiful to me Your ghosts look beautiful to me