(Oh no)
You walk behind polished tiles
(Oh no)
(Oh no)
Stepping beneath the halls
(Oh no)
Tired this mess arrests sleep
(Nevermore animate dummy days)
Attractive this sadness that wanes
(Glued collusions to eyelashy weeps)
(Oh no)
You walk behind polished tiles
(Oh no)
(Oh no)
Stepping beneath the walls
(Oh no)
And I grew lost in this founding
Lost in such familiar surroundings