Text: Charlatans Uk. A House is Not a Home.

The simple cost of loving you is a better picture
There is not a sound coming from my voice
You want to listen to the kids [unverified]

They're halos, soon to be divorced
And you're a poor young factory boy
Blowing on your trumpet
With a home on the back of your horse

Oh, this is a separation
I can't believe this is the end
I don't want to talk about it
Go tell it to your friend?

I live and I breathe with feeling
For anything I might have tried
At a point where I can touch her

Everyday I wonder what's going on in her heart
I couldn't eat, sleep, find my feet
I think I used a little too much, force

Come see me, you can heal me
Turn your head back to the moon
You know you don't have to act so quiet
This is a house not a home

I can't do this anymore, I know it's pointless
(Like a witch)
I could never be yours
Play to your better nature
We can talk about the old days

I can't help it if you think I am odd
Although our separation it is
To easy, I believe it's your loss
The simple cost of needing you
Is a part into the cause
On the street I can feel a sequel [unverified] a divorce