Domestic Architecture

We'll build our little house on chapel avenue
We'll build our little house there
With floral wallpaper all over empty rooms
With marble columns by the stairs
We'll paint our little house in white and baby blue
We'll have the neighbours stop and stare
Through stained glass windows of the chapel where they loom
Because our sanity's rare

I wanna go home
Just take me to bed
Rid me of all the dreams in my head
Want to be alone
Is that what you said
Rid me of all the tears that I'd shed

We'll prop our pain-ting over-the red bricked fireplace
We'll turn the tables around
Whipped up all the recipes that we would all like to taste
Drink up until we drown

You never did what you never could
You always did what you thought you should
You always said that when the time was right
Then stop and rewrite

I wanna go home
Just take me to bed
Rid me of all the dreams in my head
Want to be alone
Is that what you said
Rid me of all the tears that I'd shed
I wanna go home
Just take me to bed
Rid me of all the dreams in my head
Want to be alone
Is that what you said
Rid me of all the tears that I'd shed

We'll build our little house on chapel avenue
We'll build our little house there
With floral wallpaper all over empty rooms
With marble columns by the stairs