I found her in the bath, sleep crawling all over her.
Lucid like the water she washed and drowned in.
And there should be colors like red and black at times like those,
But she was as white as a pill.
And are you alive? Are you alive?
All these doors are locked and we're inside.
If I could see
And if the room would stop moving,
I'd know what to do, I'd know what to do.
Chasing me with fire and pitchforks,
Paper machines and hang me harmed.
Chasing me with fire and pitchforks,
A paper-chain to hang me from.
I washed her down the plug hole,
But that made it no less real
I washed her again and again and layer after layer,
But still she wouldn't heal
Soap on capillaries, soap on bloodcells;
Slips and trembles,
And I'm holding onto the floor.
And are you alive? Are you alive?
All these doors are locked and we're inside.
If I could see
And if the room would stop moving
I'd know what to do, I'd know what to do.
Chasing me with fire and pitchforks
Paper machines and hang me harmed
Chasing me with fire and pitchforks
A paper-chain to hang me from