Ive been in this place before Felt the train a thousand times Spewing yellow liquids Runs as leave down my cold spine We meet again this august I cant forget your face Burned through my belongings Youre engrained in every way Ill hide you in the bottom Stack pot and pans till we cant see Forget for a few minutes Then remember you and leave Walk through a sunned park And listen to the music playing outside Greens and browns and children play But my mind off in the water Bathing in the salt I feel the yellows drying me My brothers and sisters call me for help I cant quite hear them full Or maybe I forgot and theyre not really here Last time I saw them they were in your room Screams from belts Will you tell me what theyre saying Youre the only one that knows Last time I saw them they were in your room I cant quite hear them full Or maybe I forgot and theyre not really here Bathing in the salt I feel the yellows drying me