The things that you hear are the things that are here forever now

And the worse that I write are the words that they don't want you to hear

Because the floor in the house they were born has a space under the boards

And the space is a place that their bodies will lay forevermore

They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found out

They were making plans before I entered, I found out

So they're waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go down

Now they're following me to the ends of the sea so that I don't tell

No, what kind of life is this?

So the steps that I took went around so that I could let them know

That I just want to be where the wind and the sea will be my own

But the fear that they thought would descend in the night to everyone

Was the fear that they pushed me to feel so I wouldn't tell anyone

In the North 4244, would you please stop following me

To the left of the street through the door with the scratches in the screen

In the hall there's a glow from a light that's below the copier

And the prints can be found on the ground with the ultravioleter...