Houses to houses
Sinks with rolls and floors
Windows to hallways
Closed and open doors
Softly
They creep softly
Plus we
Have now lost thee
Cover your eyes with the paper clothes
That you stole from paper sheep.
Tracing their jumps on the paper sky
Where the fallen paper sleep
Fallin
We re always fallin
Callin [bad word] back lost things
Ah oh my God
Ah oh my God
Summer was once where
the widest winter breathes
I know its somewhere
and right beind our [bad word] and
Come and called it
Caught it
And then we lost it