(Springfield) We don't talk much We don't make live like we used to And I stay guarded I've got walls and triggers I never thought I had And so do you But this is love And that's the way we seem content to play it I touch your clothes when you're e gone I let your scent wash over me You cry at night and you wish just like a child That we were how we used to be There's' a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house There's 's a stranger in the house In the house And she looks like somebody from a lifetime ago I stonewall you, you stonewall me But we both know that Hiding deep inside us Lives the love that we try hard to lose And never will But this is war And that's the way we seem content to fight it I get so angry and confused 'cause I want out but I want you You can't decide between moving out Or moving in You don't know what to do With a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house And she looks like you And he looks like me Is this the same girl That I fought so hard to win And now I fight to lose her Now I feel that it's just like skin to skin And nerve to nerve Strung out like wire Is that the way we are content to live We face off in anger In rooms once filled with love Looking for a chink in the armour Where we can stab the blade What are we thinking of There's a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house And she looks like somebody from a lifetime ago There's' a stranger in the house In the house There's a stranger in the house In the house There's 's a stranger in the house In the house
