She can't speak 'cos there's nothing to speak of
She can't walk 'cos there's nothing to walk on
She said, "I can't love you 'cos I can't show up"
But she can control her mind now 'cos there's nothing left to let go of
If you drive to the edge of the sand you'll see a row of empty houses
She lives there at the end of the open door where the bag of wow is
All day she makes chains out of shells and shiny icecream paper
She burns words into the lawn and sits in the shade with nothing on
She wakes up to high tide and thinks, "...but I've always felt like this"
And at night she drives to the edge of town, lifts her head and says
"I'm going down"
Here in the lead room
Room...
I'm what you need
In the lead room
I'm what you need
In the lead room
Show me you weep
I'm what you need
Show me you weep
I'm what you need
Room...
I'm what you need
In the lead room
I'm what you need
In the lead room
Show me you weep
I'm what you need...