It's a partner I'm staying at
It's cold and drafty
Like the shatter of your skeleton
When somebody crosses your grave

But I got a good view of the city
And at the bottom of the hill
I like to watch it and just sit there
And it feels like it's more than it is watching me troop

There is someone at the top of 23rd street
It radiates a powerful energy
I've been dreaming like I'm there
But I don't need to know when it's cool just wandering

The sirens in the distance
I know what are there for
To remind us about the war against us
That we forget that we engaged in

It's a temporary distinction between the missing and the crazy
They are sitting in a mission and asking
Her brother Wind, which agent do I belong to?

The sound of trolley from my bedroom
It's comforting, no ,it's not alienating
I'll ride it tomorrow and I don't care where it goes
Just to be in the number of mindless passengers

My clothes they smell awful
And I can't get no sleep
I've been so overstimulated of grinding my teeth
And thinking every sentence backwards

I'm here all alone and for nearly 2 weeks
I've got no one to speak to
Except for 2 strangers on the street
The people who sell me things

Speaking of which I was at your books today
Looking for some 'to humanity
You know why I reach for it
To the written words
Cause I called you on the phone
And you didn't even answer

It's a partner I'm staying at
It's cold and drafty
Like the shatter of your skeleton
When somebody crosses your grave
Somebody crosses your grave
Somebody crosses your grave