Stayed up for ages But the clock counts in hours Asleep we watch standing Let's give up on cowards Speaking in fables Burns out holes where we stand Doors lean towards leaving You know somebody's looking Two tend to wake up Let's see disparate footing Beams help the light fall Superstition is strong Mostly suspicious Looking sideways straight on Like ideas or emblems we've been had The way that ghosts watch themselves go down I'm my own suspicion Of what it might mean To be caught in a story You were told in a dream If we took the pictures Our smiles staining the floor Like ideas or emblems we've been had The way that ghosts watch themselves go down