Belly of the Whale
That house broke my back
That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
That house I built skinned my knuckles
That house I built picked my pockets
And buckled every joint
It pointed from youth and any truth I knew
Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon
It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised
Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale
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Writer(s): Guy Edward John Garvey, George Michael, Andrew Ridgeley
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