In a village in the hills, house buried to the windowsills in snow In a prison yard at night, annunciation barking for the stars to go In the attic of your house, in the slats of light which creep across the room In a forest well that dim, where the landlord was sleeping in his room On the ninety-seventh floor, overlooking Tokyo In a canteen room, in the second floor, far from you, from down below There is only one thing There is only one thing In a castle wall, where the patient's sick, waiting patiently to die In an aeroplane gone above, no place to find me left behind In a cage where the room you want for could be free, and it's not even wide In a cage where the room you want for could be free, and it's not even wide In every single place, like I've ever, ever been Correction in Los Angeles, each time I turn around There is only one thing There is only one thing One thing One thing Out there amongst the waves, and inside your mother's head In the diary of a priest, in the sheets that lie upon his bed In the darkest part of you, that you have ever seen There is only one thing There is only one thing There is only one thing There is only one thing There is only one thing There is only one thing