Love Is In the House

Samson, bring your pillars down

They're blocking out my light

I want to see if he'll come round

I'll wait up all night

When I cut your hair with a kitchen knife

It fell like snakes against the tiles

And I told you you could manage fine

Without it for a little while

Let's just drink ourselves to death again

Just for old times' sake

And I'd let you in my bed again

And I'd give whatever you'll take

Love is in the hands of a patient god

Love is in my house

Love can burn the whole place down again

I still taste him in my mouth

And I cut your hair by the kitchen sink

The strands that fell were dark as ink

And I guess we never stopped to think

Of the mess we'd leave in the morning

And you'll drink yourself to death again

I want to forget our own names

I promise I don't expect anything

I know it can't be the same

Love is in the hands of a patient god

Love is in the house

Love can burn the whole place down again

I still taste him in my mouth

And I cut your hair by the candlelight

I tied a scarf around my eyes

And your fingers trembled into mine

'Til the sirens felt like a lullaby

And you'll drink yourself to death, I guess

I'm no longer counting the days

But please don't ask me anything

I barely remember your face

Love is in the hands of a patient god

Love is in my house

Love can burn the whole place down again

I still taste him in my mouth

Love is in the hands of a patient god

Love is in my house

Love can burn the whole place down again

I still taste him in my mouth