Lost Things (Sleepwalking) – A Fine Frenzy – letras

Houses to houses,Sinks with rolls and floors,Windows to hallways,Closed and open doors.Softly,They creep softly.Plus, weHave now lost thee.Cover your eyes with the paper clothesThat you stole from paper sheep.Tracing their jumps on the paper skyWhere the fallen the paper sleep.Fallin’,We’re always fallin’.Callin’, »Hey come back, lost things! »Ahhh, oh my God!Ahhh, oh my God!Summer was once wherethe widest winter breathes.I know it’s somewhere,and right behind our teeth.Come and,Come and called it.Caught itAnd then we lost it.