Whose sticky hands are these   And what is this empty place?   I could be happily lost but for your face   Here stands an empty house   That used to be full of life   Now it's home for no one and his wife      It's a hovel and   Who can take your place?   I can't face another day   And who will shelter me?   It's cold in here   Cover me      Under these fingertips   A strange body rolls and dips   I close my eyes and you're here again   Later as day descends   I'll shout from my window   To anyone listening, "I'm losing"      Who can take your place?   I can't face another day   And who will shelter me?   It's cold in here   Cover me      Oh, in a plague of hateful questioning   Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear   I hear the din of lovers jousting   When I'm hiding with my head to the wall      So who will shelter me?   It's cold in here