well the science that's put us into power it's just daydreams and pale limitation and we can gather the remains and clean the fancy knives and throw away the bones and clean our fingers dry 1000 numbers in the forest tumble to the ground and the branches and the embers linger all around it's better not to be here when the fire starts with liars all around you and your beaming hearts blood between your veins so they can chase you down 1000 numbers in the forest tumble to the ground will you cry when nobody would answer now they're gone and left nothing behind
when the lights begin to flicker and the candles die when the fire place is empty and our bodies lie in the bedroom on the staircase with the painted walls we can dream of all the ghosts that leave the shadow walls from the mattress we can listen for the haunted sounds in the attic where the footsteps move all around we can sleep until the sunrise wakes our tired eyes and the lights will start to flicker while the candles die