Buried in dust and covered in moss From a sticky chair I watch this storm And even in the summer time I've never known a room so warm Buried in dust and swimming in sweat Scared to move and drenched in piss Even in the summertime I didn't think that it would come to this Rain plops down on a parking car And a hot tar road steams And a movement on the mantelpiece Where the clock said one And the clock said two And the clock said three And I wonder what it means Into my room and under my bed I'd often wondered where you went You said that I should see this storm I didn't think that this is what you meant Into my room like a boy who'd slam The sun appears and creeps across the floor An shined on top of chapter one I read the words I ate the book And wanted more The sun drops down on a nice clean car And a pigeon drops into the road outside