The house is calling All the pictures Awaken from the dead How could I lose you When I kept you Locked inside my head It's the little things That get to me They creep under my skin A stranger that I've met before Neverending nostalgia Has taken me prisoner The world around me Looks so lovely When it's being controlled I found a poem You wrote about me Words that made me fold It's the little things That get to me They creep under my skin A stranger that I've met before Neverending nostalgia Has taken me prisoner Has taken me prisoner Has taken me prisoner