You're staring right on through But she fears me like a ghost And I won't wait I won't wait to haunt you You're the worst He's driving drunk down king street Guess the party was a bust If this is fate If this is fate I'm fleeing Story-told Stories A plague to all your houses Sold the summer for the fall And I can hear I can hear them humming through the walls In a trinity of favours We are expecting everything I will wait till spring I will wait till spring when i burn everything Story-told And I can hear