Black and white paper salads in the amusement park
Under the shadow of a new day dawning bright and dark
Embalems of freedom can't sustain yourself forever
Water pumps in the ceiling
Ghostmen in the pipes
If everyone's afraid of me, I'm afraid of them twice
I'm moving to
Ghosts are living among us
They're in the grass, the earth, the rocks, the trees, the floor, the bees
Water pipes under my bed
Make whooshing sounds in the middle of the night
For no reason except water
Cardboard box in the rain
Never again
Cardboard box in the rain
Never whole again
