Get out of bed 'cause i swear you'll see the d**h of me Conï¬ned inside this space; it's an empty April curse In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land Where i'm the only one on hand Let's call a cab, 'cause i swear you'll see the d**h of me We're ï¬oating yellow ghosts without thoughts and no remorse In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land Where i'm the only one on hand You're my speed just like staying in the lines And I'm your speed just like turpentine and limes Turn off the set, 'cause I swear you'll see the d**h of me It ï¬gures that we'd see our favorite stars of stage and screen In the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land Where I'm the only one on hand You're my speed just like staying in the lines And I'm your speed just like turpentine and limes