And I swear there's a ghost on this island And his hands all covered in blood And my wife inquired of understanding But of course, my dear, you can't She said, 'How can I relate to somebody who doesn't speak?' 'I feel like I'm just treading water' Is it the same for you? When he comes and he goes so capricious And his work appears so rushed Well I love the house that we live in And I love you all too much Is it the same for you? Is it the same you? The criminals and liars keep him in your cell - This privilege of mine And I love the house that we live in And I love you all too much Blood is on your tongue as well as your hands Archaic and content you just wash them off