There’s an empty house   That you sing to and you cling to   There’s an empty house   That you pray in and you stay in      I ask you if you need me   And you tell me to hold on   While you hold out      I ask you if you love me   And you tell me to stay in   While you stay out      There’s an empty house   That you sing to and you cling to   There’s an empty house   That you pray in and you stay in      “And if you don’t like that version, we’re screwed”   “No, not really”   “well, I’m looking at my paperwork here and it says that you like lemon meringue pies and walking on the beach”