I'm in the scenes
No clouds of Greeks
The mouldings on the floor
I know these halls
I've loved them all
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around, tuck your belly in your chest
And see how close we are

Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters
And now you know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Your face, so sweet
Not bones, not meat
Just moldings of the shore
The ?? become
The ash has died
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around, tuck your belly in your chest
And see how close we are

Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters
And now you know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth
Fold the cloth
Oh cut the cloth


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