You know, I used to call my baby up, and we'd get real close, just like the telephone was a sofa, and our thoughts would mingle
And we'd leave our minds wide open, like a big window in the evening air, and we'd say:
"'Hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul.'
-'Hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul.'"
But these days, even saying, "'Hello, How are you?' 'I'm fine, how are you?'" takes a lot of sweat

Ain't that a shame
Ain't that a shame
But in Linctus House
In my flesh hotel
I don't care anymore

You know, my baby and me, as Kimberley would say, we'd curl up like two dogs in front of a fire, and our eyes would reflect each other in the warm long heat of love
Yeah, the warm long heat of love
And I would hear the rain falling on the leaves outside, I couldn't stand to close the window
'Cos I'd shiver if I left her side
But now I'd shake if we should meet
And I spend most of my time in the bushes

Ain't that a shame
Know what you're doing
Ain't that a shame
Know what you've done
But in Linctus House
In my flesh hotel
I don't care anymore

'I understand how everything sometimes turns out to be nothing,' you say
But I wonder if you do
And if we understood each other, there'd be no need to talk
But even that, even talking, is out of reach--should I say it with flowers, or should I say it with nails?
I'm not the kind to push you around, but I don't want to make myself vulnerable
And if I was on my knees, you'd have a pretty good view of my skull
And I happen to know you're carrying a chisel

But in Linctus House
In my flesh hotel
I don't care anymore, no
In Linctus House
In my flesh hotel
I don't care
Ain't that a shame
Know what you're doing
Ain't that a shame
Know what you've done