All the feelings of an empty room All balled up and put inside you Yours is the place they live When nothing's Around them Around them All the options that you've got to choose It seems to me you should pick you After all There's no one here Believing Believing Believing in All the dead rats on the way home Ooooooh Watch the juniper as it grows All the things you've ever said Kind of morph inside my head And it's like I understand Everything, finally, finally Like All the dead rats on the way home Ooooooh Watch the juniper as it grows Ooooh oh oh ooooh oh oh etc...