When I came home from the party Everything had changed The city was beside itself Just one inch away Alright, my tongue gets split my hands are gloved I just can't quite shake it off I just can't quite shake it off I just can't quite shake it off When I came home from the movies Through each ten and nine The city was in retriform For the twenty-second time All night they haunted in Middleston All the summoned faces Marching through the crowd All the summond faces Marching through the crowd All that day, and all that night Our dead friends walked into the streets Their faces in the doorways Like a mirror to your photographs They mingled with the crowds until The living and the dead became each other