children view these windows like the linings of a tent
studying the shadows on the walls while they're in bed
and they dream up demons every night before they go to sleep
and tell their folks about he horrid futures they had seen
but before the word could spread a cloud emerged and blew them back to earth
even as an adult I'm still haunted by the sounds
of footsteps in the hallway and the sirens of the town
and i hold onto this blanket like i really wish it would
bring me back into the innocence of childhood
but before the word could spread a cloud emerged and blew us back to earth
and you know it gets lonely in the world when you've got no place to go and you're waiting on a miracle
the twilight creeps it's way across the blinds that blind my room
it dances on my ceiling like a sky full of balloons
i try to trace it's outline with the [bad word] stucco paint
and grasp in hopes to grip a ride into a different age
but before the word could spread a cloud emerged and blew me back to earth