This house is full of ears but I can´t talk to anyone
They´ve heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
maybe throw lit cigarettes down
And maybe I´ll catch fire
something warm to hold me
something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit´s not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.

This house is full of eyes but I can´t look at anyone
They´ve seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,
and look at rocks if I fall out
Well maybe I´ll fall hard
Something tough to break me
Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don´t even know your name
I guess for me it´s easy this way.

Maybe I´ll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit´s not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice