What was that song that was flying through the air Something about miracles and long distance To know the names of rooms you've never been in Statistically fitter Practical paranoia These old grey ghosts won't leave me alone Won't stop picking at me Like they've got somewhere to be Heard you're the kind High on The Great Divide Heard you're the kind they cheered on These days I'm believing anything I'm hearing These days I'm believing anything at all You'll always win because you're loud Formaldahyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh As the letter opener goes in "You're gonna miss me," it says In the black plaster nighttime "You're gonna miss me," it says As it blocks out the sun