The windows stay closed
They've never known me
I walk to the door if
it looks like it's lonely
Their turntable turns
for a song you just learned
an old story worth telling
morphology gone wrong
Their ashes feel good in my hands
so did you, so they say,
so they claim, so did you
How
Can you go home again
If everything has been
burned?
You can't ever,
You can never
You can't ever,
You can never
Bonnie Kate(?) went away,
one drunken Welsh grey
Now I never know what to do