the walls talk
but they don't say anything
put on a blindfold
so you'll be understood
I saw a train fall out of the sky
There was nothing I could do but stare
I thought about the people on it
They might spill their drinks
But maybe they were important
Like the things that hold the tablecloth down on a windy day
But not anymore
It's hard to be important when you're dead
But people love you more