In her desk Beneath her chair We found clumps of hair Here and there Out in the hall chris stumbled and fell I slipped back inside my wall To hide behind the walls It goes on for miles through empty rooms He slowly smiles But late at night when you're alone
Hands first through the cracks Then come the feet to your bed To lick where you bled On your scraped knee scraped just for me Behind the walls it goes on for miles Through empty rooms he slowly smiles