Студия танца Анны Корбан

Whose sticky hands are these? 
And what is this empty place 
I could be happily lost but for your face 
Here stands an empty house 
That used to be full of life 
Now it’s home for no one and his wife 

Who can take your place?
 I can't face another day 
And who will shelter me? 
It's cold in here 
Cover me 

Under these fingertips a strange body rolls and dips 
I close my eyes and you’re here again 
Later as day descends 

I'll shout from my window 
To anyone listening "I'm loosing"

Who can take your place?
I can't face another day
And who will shelter me?
It's cold in here
Cover me

Oh in a plague of hateful questioning
Tap dancing every syllable from ear to ear
I hear the din of lovers jousting
When I'm hiding with my head to the wall