Take Stock of What I Have

As my mind darkens

I take stock of what I have

Stare at my palms and

Count my limbs, two arms and two legs

Wipe the car window clean

The ghost are dancing just as they were

When I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling, it's not what you think

Please, no, don't follow the riddles

They'll lead you to strange places in your head

Crawl, crawl my way back

For I don't know where's up and where's down anymore

The ghost are dancing just as they were

When I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling, it's not what you think

The ghost are dancing just as they were

When I was fifteen and the walls would bend

Now drown out the howling, it's not what you think