Gordon Paul (2016)

Let's travel under the floorboards
Let's sing to the curtains
We are all carpeted
We are all painted
We're becoming the walls of this house
So let's burn down

I am a window (I am a window)
I am transparent (I am transparent)
I am the air in which you are standing
We are the lawn
And we will exist when this house is gone
We're not scared
Though we should be scared
Our voices fill the house
Then out the windows
Into the yard
Where smoke and grass
Are holding our hands
And we're not alone in our interests
Inside these rooms that connect us
We will become everything
We'll shatter as the doorbell rings
We will become everything (we can be everywhere)
We'll shatter as the doorbell rings (just like the carpet in this house)
We're moved in
And peeling
The layers
Of skin we drag around
Burning
The kindling
The embers
They make a simple sound
The stone walls
Are sweating
And our friends
Are dancing in the dark
The friction
Brings a reaction
And this house
Was waiting for a spark