In a conversation I had with Shanna on Tumblr, she shared this song with me before its release, explaining that it was about a seizure she once experienced in her family home in which she believed she was moving about the house incorporeally, drifting over the architecture of her home and imagining...
Verse 1
I can feel my blood flow, under the tiles on the floor
Sweet reflection frozen, the broken screen door is
Sending static motion, formed in my gums to my teeth
This is my communion, the Bible failed me
Chorus
The kitchen door is open, and I can tell
By the way you look around as if
Someone has come to find you and your
Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
Marking maps I'll never own
A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
To seize and, seize and bend
Hey
Verse 2
I can feel the fire, behind the door to your room
Burst the channel open, and watch the salt move the
Bathroom sink is flooding, the blessed strength, blessed fume
Elemental bonding, formed from the same blue
Chorus
The kitchen door is open
And I can tell by the way you look around as if
Someone has come to find you and your
Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
Marking maps I'll never own
A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
To seize and, seize and bend
Oooh
Verse 3
I can feel my footprints form under yours in the dirt
Getting lost is easy, when every step burns I
Left the oven on and I left the door open wide
Ember feast upon what I've kept alive
Chorus
The kitchen door is open
And I can tell by the way you look around as if
Someone has come to find you and your
Outline is overwhelming, A trailing stain
Marking maps I'll never own
A glimpse of death before you go and leave me
To seize and, seize and bend
Hey