Completely awake in the back of the car,
I don’t drift anymore.
All’s come into place
and I unlock the door.
If you have to warm up you can go back inside,
but I’m not going to follow forward.
I’ve come to prefer sleeping outdoors.
Upstairs and downstairs
and outside on the roof,
small stars and steel bars
say the ghosts up in the attic tell the truth.
Standing on shingles at night,
can’t you see that there’s a reason?
The plans aren’t on the ground,
they’re high and hanging down.
Well once I remember the words,
we can climb down from the rooftop.
I swear that I heard it right here, invasively clear.
But I was upstairs and downstairs
and outside on the roof,
small stars and steel bars
say the ghosts up in the attic tell the truth.
