I'm in the scenes
No clouds of greeks
The molding's on
Our 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 banisters 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 gradings of
The shore

Oh, priestly pray
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 banisters 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, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth