Night Falls on Ballard by Erich Zann Lyrics

Twice nightly, at least
We take them out of their cases and we
Line them up in the second floor hallway
And let them breathe

And after work I feel so dried out
And the world is flat like a scrim and
On the scrim are the shadows of God's
Little fingers, making ears
Of shadow bunnies
But he's just messing

Lying awake
I've only ever seen
My ceiling
But I've heard a million things
A million dark and shiny things

At night I walk up to see you
And I play that
Across the street are the
Inky depths of space
Streetlights are lost in them
Houses are swallowed up
Time and distance and scale are erased
And as I walk I watch them
For some sign
Of an ancient magic
Or an alien mind
But I know that all that fills that darkness is
A thousand houses just like mine