The Visiting

Put away the rope
Just until they're gone
They'll start to wonder
How you've holding on
To a photograph
You took during his show
As his body moves
In ways you'll never know
The visitor
Is coming home at last
The visitor
Better get the atlas
Jump the severn bridge
Like a ton of bricks
Nothing left to hate
But the cluelessness
How he feels at home
Wipe his skin on doors
Sleeping on the floors
Like he did before
The visitor
Is coming home at last
The visitor
Better get



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