Exeunt
We were all sheep in the fields, lost and then found
By a gnarled tree rooted in the dying ground
Our wool was all withered and we wasted away
Slept under that tree day after day
I'm feeling lonely now.
I'm feeling lonely.
I know where all your secrets go.
They go into skeletons.
I know. I know. I know.
I know where all your skeletons go.
They go into closets.
I know. I know. I know.
In crooked school houses we weave human tapestries
In crummy chat rooms we mix near living catastrophes
In locked offices we spawn adulterous tragedies
And we all sing lost and endlessly.
I see the houses burning.
We were nothing but some feathers drifting south
Left for dead on the side of the road
With one last taste of life in our mouths
We left wings left ringing an unknown code.
I know where all your secrets go.
They go into skeletons.
I know. I know. I know.
I know where all your skeletons go.
They go into closets.
I know. I know. I know.