When the clock strikes, dead on midnight
Books fly through the hall
All the lampshades, turn and rotate
She walks through the wall
With hands in pockets
I search for rockets that might light up the sky
Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born
But I never know why
I see my body, float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles till they bleed
A river deep
If I had sharp claws, I'd get on all fours
And scratch your back for free
But it's been written, these nails are bitten
I know what I could be
I see my body, float like leaves
Every day I want to breathe
Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed
A river deep
| 1 | Ghostwriter |
| 2 | Paid To Get Drunk |
| 3 | Undertaker Strut |
| 4 | You Put A Spell On Me |
| 5 | Snow You've Been Cold |
| 6 | A Very Good Impression Of Myself |
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