radical face – Fog in the house of lightbulbs Lyric

The cross in the middle of the room,
But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink,
And the one who shines my shoes,
All put the money in a bag and left the house before the blizzards came.

The summer's got his teeth in me again,
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone,
And I can't get enough to drink,
So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks,
And I'd love to explain but truth be told I'm not sure what to think.

So now i'm going to bed...

I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog,
Beyond it out into the livingroom,
Until I couldn't see the floors or walls,
And as the sun cut through I finally found a place to lay.

The skeleton in my closet left his home,
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone,
And as the shit hit the fan I packed my bags and caught the train,
And I'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame.
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain.

And it's really coming down...

It's the thought that burns you out,
It's the hook that drags you under,
And it's the grin that rats you out,
It's a snowstorm in the summer,

It's the sky that spoils the cloud,
It's the burn marks on your mother,
And it's the thought that burns you out,
It's the hook that drags you under and so on.

Boring and twisting,
A moth stuck in the ground,
Has made a house of your lightbulbs.

Mottled and crooked,
A hiccup in the sound,
Is like a smudge on the TV.

Like a crick in your neck.
Like mistakes that you never regret.

It's the look upon your face,
It's the rat that lost the race,
It's the shivers in your spine,
It's the heart you'll never find,
It's the names in wet cement,
It's the things you can't forget,

It's the fear of growing old,
It's the life you'll never know,
It's the scratches in your teeth,
It's the time you left for weeks,
It's the age when you didn't care, darling.

Cutthroat and ambling,
The help that's never around,
Just like a wish on your birthday.

Tired and empty,
Attacks on what you found,
Is like a spot on invention.

Like a bug in your food.
Like a thing that's too good to be true.
(And so)