[ Featuring Delight ]
I broke in to a haunted house and I slept on the floor all night
And there were no ghosts
Nothing left behind
Inside of a dead man's book, his life in plain type
The bare margins, caressed by scarce ink
No graphite
Oh, how the minutes surrender the years
You might look through your couches and your dressers and your chairs for a few more
I walked into a dead man's room and I went through his desk
And I found a few paper planes
And a photo of the sky
Tomorrow everything will be perfect and right
But I get sick the more that I stay in this place
All of the windows, they all look the same
So I'm gone
I'm gone
So long
So long
