Turning off the beltline
Weatherworn and running low
Scent of the shore pine
Evidence I'm home
You say, its the bad son
Now returning to the coast
I say we're not done
'Til youre giving up the ghost
Error free and divine
See the ditch already dug
Clear as a streetsign
It's written all over your mug
She's staggering back ("It's me, your baby")
Drink slips from her hand ("Don't call me crazy")
Hear shattering glass ("'Cuz you made me")
Hits you swift as strychnine
Soaks you as the downpour
Dig me a gold mine
Here's to many, many more
Crimson lips turn rose wine
Blue blind and so smug
You're on the decline
It's written all over your mug
She's staggering back ("It's me, your baby")
Drink slips from her hand ("Don't call me crazy")
Hear shattering glass ("'Cuz you made me")
(Spoken by Zack Whedon)
If anyone had ever asked questions about the room,
They would have gone unanswered
And curiosity would have been piqued.
But questions were never asked, and answers were never without.
Whereas the rest of the house formed a deep healthy ground
The door to the locked room was incapable of keeping it shut
Big and degrees saw slightly and splintered. (?)
Ann saw darkness in the door,
But Ann was sensitive to darkness in all things.
She cursed fog, and mud, and rain.
It was a slow accumulation of mass and decay
That finally drew someone's attention to the door,
And to the locked room behind it.