Gordon Paul

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 the rooms that connect us

We will become everything, we'll shatter as the doorbell rings
We will become everything, we'll shatter as the doorbell rings
(We can be everywhere 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 the spark