Everett David by Them Airs Lyrics

You can't step into
Into this room
You can't come in here
It's always you
You're not invited
Away from this house
The fear of the lockjaw
Is keeping you out

The seventh sea
Enough water for your king size cup of bedtime tea
You are living in a train
Surrounded by pregnant bird-planes
Out go the lights
Compress the blinds and stare at your abode
The needles are in the wall
You laugh at them until they fall
Down

Saint Nick is an eldritch horror beyond the lengths of space and time
What does he do whеn he dies?
When his lights go out?
Wastе him, waste him, waste him, waste him
And it's done
Wallow in self-serving doubt
And you feel
That you are on your way out
And it's not around
Patience is serving you well
Unless you see
Overtaken by a swell
Indeed
Oh well
Greet the small man on the ground
Ask him what he's here for
Rest
Repose
Last boat
Waco
Sank
Weighed down