Broken Window Secrets

the window is broken wind is coming in

you weren't meant to hear that

you weren't meant to

electric bulbs and floating shadows

something cloak-spoken in the hall

a creaky floor,

a squeaking hinge

could've been anything at all

could've been anything at all

you weren't meant to hear that you weren't meant to listen

I'm not here right now and I never really was just static

in your intention

you don't see me

signal's coming in

everybody's fine

everybody's dead

the argument was moot

bent willfully dim

blades of grass under new sneakers that never ran

you weren't meant to hear that

you weren't meant listen

a creaky floor, a squeaking hinge

could've been anything at all

could've been anything at all

(could've been anything) (anything at all)