[Verse 1]
Mindful of the host
Coloring the cookbooks in with love
Shimmying your tree
Looking for my morning breakfast cup
Emptying the lock
Piling all the debris on your lip
Mining in your shoes
Waiting for the morning cowlick

[Chorus]
Well I might be somewhere in the house
Somewhere in the house
I might be, might be
Sighing in your tomb
Sighing in your tomb
Find me

[Verse 2]
Mithering the ghost
Fearful of the handprints on the glass
Sticking like a bolt
Swollen in the sand dunes of my mouth
Fixing up a suit
Glossing all your dirty furniture
Dining on a lamp
In the corner of your council building
[Chorus]
Well I might be somewhere in the house
Somewhere in the house
I might be, might be
Sighing in your tomb
Sighing in your tomb
Find me
Find me
Find me