I can't see you anymore The badness of your black eyes Don't let the others in Don't let the others come in The rats in the roof The possums in the trees The biting at each others' throats Car horns in the street outside Rush and squeal their breaks It was a sound It was a sound I can't see you anymore That's your imagination Door handles don't move by themselves In the sequence And you grimace I need you to know it was a sound