the sun turns us to stone
it's a cloudy day
still can't go home
open our back cellar door
til we see the moon
we're invisible
no one ever takes the garbage out
a new kid gets dare to touch the house
he runs back only to announce
there's no one home..
does he paint the foil with a flame
smear the soda, taste butane
for every fear that can't be named
to calm you down
your heart starts skipping steps
so your farther gone
then you might expect
if your thoughts should turn to death
gotta stomp them out
like a cigarette
baby tell me where'd you go for days and days and days and days
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