Lyrics to In The House Of Leaves
One more, then we'll get sober
Keeping up 'til your cup's spilling over
Love and war made you a villain
Fucking up, mark it one to my million
How much love is there left to lose?
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use?
When I'm slow to choose the life I created
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
In the house of leaves
Grimoire, show me terror
Seeking thrills, trying to prolong forever
Wildfires without heat
Like a nightmare inciting a dull dream
It's all coming around
The situation's changing
There's no turning back from here
How much love is there left to lose?
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Go your own way
In the house of leaves
Quick cut flesh on perverse silver screen
Thighs weep between cigarette burn sleep
How much love is there left to lose
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use
When I'm slow to choose the life I create
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Go your own way
In the house of leaves
Keeping up 'til your cup's spilling over
Love and war made you a villain
Fucking up, mark it one to my million
How much love is there left to lose?
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use?
When I'm slow to choose the life I created
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
In the house of leaves
Grimoire, show me terror
Seeking thrills, trying to prolong forever
Wildfires without heat
Like a nightmare inciting a dull dream
It's all coming around
The situation's changing
There's no turning back from here
How much love is there left to lose?
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Go your own way
In the house of leaves
Quick cut flesh on perverse silver screen
Thighs weep between cigarette burn sleep
How much love is there left to lose
Spending all my youth, how long can I fake it
How much love have I yet to use
When I'm slow to choose the life I create
Bloody nose beatnik cold in the corner
In the house of leaves
Go your own way
In the house of leaves