I like to look into other people´s houses I like to see inside I get a thrill from other people´s houses I get no thrill from mine My house is lonely It´s full of memories And things that I regret, eh, eh I'd rather just keep walking through the night It helps me to forget
I like to see inside other people´s houses I lose control I can´t help myself I like to look into other people´s houses Pretend I'm in there Although I'm out here and cannot touch at least I can want
I need to look when everybody doesn´t I like to see inside There´s such a mystery in other people´s houses No mistery left in mine My house is crowded, filled up with loneliness There´s no more room at all I'd rather just keep walking through the night And see right through the walls
I like to see inside other people´s houses It turns me on I can´t help myself I like to look into other people´s houses Pretend I'm in there although I'm out here and can not touch at least I can want
So many houses So many stories I like to watch them all I see the fighting I see the loving I see right through the walls
I like to see inside other people´s houses I lose control I can´t help myself I need to look into other people´s houses Pretend I'm in there Although I'm out here and cannot touch at least I can want
Compositores: Deborah Salvatrice Blando (Deborah Blando), R. Orange ECAD: Obra #1212858 Fonograma #1539216