Did the wind from the river Spooking around your home Also deliver the verdict On someone you thought was gone But walked together beside you To a good place to be alone When all good is wrong To the warehouse attic Wearing her favourite dress But it's not the same Won't bring her back again From up here you can see The mobile lights crawl across the bridge Like small reminders, Like cut off ropes Through everything that lives through worn out jokes She's the passenger To the warehouse attic Wearing her favourite dress When you have no access to forgiveness When you fall away On slow motion replay Editing your life again You'll find yourself exposed That you've become What you despise the most To the warehouse attic Within yourself so sick Of its dense atmosphere Of stale innocence and care