We were children laying on the couch Foot-to-foot, watching ghosts rise from our mother's mouth But now it's easier to pretend it's just smoke Scribbled lyrics on the back of an old shopping list Wondering if there's anything that we forgot to get I skimmed right through your notebook And I couldn't believe what I read Secret footage of your darkest plans That I couldn't get out of my head But sometimes I swear I can see you escape From in between thin lips and teeth Then just fade away There's a cloud hanging over this house Something doesn't feel right Birds are crashing right into the windows I can still hear you crying at night