my eyes are becoming yellow curtains.
paint the window,
stain the ceiling feverish green.
my visitors smoked cigarettes
and ate all the things that had me feeling unwell.
everything that came out of me was wrong-colored,
or wasn't at all.


the voices below rise through the window,
failing to make me well.
knocking on the door from the inside,
taking pictures of my room one last time.
i can't live, without.


Lyrics submitted by 66exeter

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    General Commentthe song in its entirety just amazes me...

    just so... right...

    i love it :)
    whit238on August 30, 2002   Link
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    General Commentamazingly beautifully sad.
    aestheticfrenzyon February 07, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI still don't know how she does that final 'go'.

    The line 'my visitors smoked cigarettes and ate all the things that had me feeling unwell' confounds me, but never fails to resonate in my head.
    AnacinCrosson May 16, 2008   Link
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    Song MeaningFor those who don't know, this song was inspired by Kyle's bout with Hepatitis A while staying in Germany.
    leamancon May 14, 2009   Link

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