A house made of windows and rusty mist I fill my mouth and listen to the water hiss We sleep in shades from bomber planes without a care Dogs in droves, life in cement The city consumes me whole It's just a couple of lonely days I know the flesh that holds you up feels like it's caving in And you lost control of your drone Move too fast, spirits run between the trees A piano creaks Roots and cables Ghost machine Blue lights at dusk, a tower with no stairs, crashing waves Every wind Every howl The qumran caves It's just a couple of weird days I know the flesh that holds you up feels like it's caving in And you lost control of your drone