BLIND WALLS' SOUND. FROM HEART TO SHOUT. FROM SUN TO SHADE. OUGHT TO FORGET AND NEVER RECOLLECT.
(chorus) CHUMP DIPPED INTO THE GOB, SOMEONE ELSE'S SKIN TIED ON FORGOTTEN TRACE
CRACKLE OF THE BROKEN FINGERS; FROM DEAD TO SHADE FROM ALIVE TO FAR AWAY OUGHT TO FORGET AND NEVER RECOLLECT.
(chorus) CHUMP DIPPED INTO THE GOB SOMEONE ELSE'S SKIN TIED ON DEAD NOT SEEING FACES ALIVE DID NOT FIGURE OUT THE LIGHT
ONE WHO SPOKE WITH THE LIPS OF WASHED OFF HANDS WITH HOLLOW EYES WILL SHOW YOU THE PLACE WHERE YOU'RE REMEMBERED. ONE WHO'S BUILT THE CUP OF PERISHED FIRE KNOWS THE PLACE WHERE YOU'RE FORGOTTEN.