Last November - Infantry lyrics

The antique feeling of autumn Tangled in her hair Whispered through the naked trees I slipped in the hall The staircase was soaked with her tears As it gathered in puddles beneath my knees I'll climb the ladder to the attic Waiting for flowers to bloom I hate the walls in this room They close in and they talk to me Ch: I hope she can swim cause she's diving in Into the deep end She replaced her eyes with a lens that told lies And she bleeds from the cut, oh From the cut of a paper heart that was ripped Into shreds and laid out on her bed For the cameras to capture in their film Collecting dust, on the mantle, she's on display Behind the gla**, exposing her pearly white teeth Back up, start from here, she's grinning from ear to ear, plot the point on the timeline Where the poison army infiltrated her veins Bridge: Hiding in boxes Away from the light The fabric was sewn By the stories of her life Ch: Repeat These clothes are old Inside of each fold Is a story that will never be told In the attic for all eternity Out of sight and out of mind everyday Ch: Repeat- out of mind everyday