video1.0Network.huhttp://network.hu/Alison Moyet - This Housekustragaborhttp://network.hu/kustragabor<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://dalszoveg.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=718036&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http://dalszoveg.network.hu" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://dalszoveg.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=718036&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http://dalszoveg.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" /></object>424345234Dalszerző: Alison Moyet 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) 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) 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.http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/7/1/8/_/718036_34170_2.jpg8060718036