Break a bone and steal away
Break a bone and peel away
And once you're gone, you've got to know their ain't no space
I got no spare rooms any more 
Where the lines carve up your face
Where the lines drive through your face
Across this town a furrowed brow seems out of place
No grace is left inside my heart 
Holding out, holding on
Holding out, no space for you inside my heart
I would have called the hour's late
I would have called the hour's late
I would have had a drink or dirt beside your plate
I've got no spare rooms anymore 
Got no spare rooms anymore
I've no spare rooms anymore