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 But we're not scared, though we should be scared Our voices fill the house then out the windows and into the yard Where smoke and grass are holding our hands 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 can be everywhere just like the carpet in this house We're moved in and peeling the layers of skin we drag around And 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