Houses to houses

Sinks with rolls and floors

Windows to hallways

Closed and open doors.

Softly

They creep softly

Plus we

Have now lost thee.

Cover your eyes with the paper clothes

That you stole from paper sheep.

Tracing their jumps on the paper sky

Where the fallen paper sleep.

Falling

We're always falling

Calling

Hey come back lost things.

Aaah, oh my god

Aaah, oh my god.

Summer was once where

The widest winter breathes

I know its somewhere

And right behind our teeth.

Come and

Come and called it

Caught it

And then we lost it.