Floating up to the top of the sea
In sunlight and I'm sorry
Chocolate and condolences
From the boy who hit me
Lying in an infirmary bed
In the starch and silence
Watching birds as they hit the screen
Suddenly in slow motion
Floating up from being born
My throat all hot and bloody
Watching doctors drift through the room
The light is slipping quietly
The sheets are on, the bed is gone
The building isn't floating
My other birth is hiding
Behind the plastic curtains
Her eyes, you think you've lost something
Look through your many rooms
Cold got in the middle of the night
And cracked the bathroom mirror
This house is not a home, you say
And I've got fourteen fingers
The autumn holds your hand and sits
Beside you in an armchair
The butler's face steams in the cold
The doorknob sobs behind you
So hold yourself, so hold yourself
With practice, you're improving
This world is not your own
But when you're gone it's going to miss you
This world is not your own
And all the women, as they kiss you
Are fading fast, and wouldn't last
You exit from this old house
The window's cracking casing
The pictures painted clover
They tell you all their secrets
With which they're spilling over
This world is not your own
But when you're gone it's going to miss you
This world is not your own
But when you're gone it's going to miss you
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