48 Cameras - our spy in the house of love lyrics

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<b>our spy in the house of love</b> by <i>48 Cameras</i><br />Our spy hides at night in his native land

We know little about him

Is he a male or is she a female ?

Do beasts flow in his wake ?

Is he made of flesh or

is she a mere silhouette lost in the mist ?

No one can doubt where

His battle is fought

We don't pretend to capture our spy

We don't even pretend to approach him

We walk to the foot of the stairs

Which ascend from the hallowed ground

We do not beg pardon

No one can doubt where

Our battle was fought

Our spy lives under our houses

and smells the doubt on our skin

Fallen leaves, needles

Dead limbs, dry beetles

Even plants protect us from the rain

No one can doubt where

The battle was fought

Our spy is an answer to most of our fears

Going underground is

Entering a world of make-believe

The pay isn't as good as it used to

be But the work is steady

No one there can doubt where

The battle was fought

Our spy is an answer to all of our questions

Our spy steals into ourselves...

(c) Jean Marie Mathoul