Brett Anderson - In The House Of Numbers

Windows broken from inside
They break the silence in me
Her tires scraping in the drive
Behind the palace of the trees
Come taste the orange blossom,
Come and shake the orange blossom

Paper cuts and ancient bones
And pagan imagery
Behind her palaces of stone
Things are not the way they seem
Come taste the orange blossom,
Come and shake the orange blossom

A diamond is to buy her,
A heart is to adore her,
A club to paralyze her,
A spade is to destroy her,
There's no way inside,
No way inside...

A heraldry tree of broken names
A tattered ancestry
Assassins sitting in their frames,
Who brought the family to its knees.
It defines her life.

A diamond is to buy her,
A heart is to adore her,
A club is just to club her,
A spade is to destroy her,
There's no way inside,
No way inside...

But you'll find me
In the house of numbers

Windows broken from inside
They break the silence in me
Her tires scraping in the drive
Behind the palace of the trees.
It defines her life.

There's no way inside,
No way inside...

But you'll find me...
In the house of numbers