I didn't wanna move in my soul
Had to feel to learn that I couldn't even if I tried
A nice bath of a glare
And I got chills up and down my spine
I thought I heard somebody at the door
And so instantly I felt paralyzed
But I knew it couldn't be
'Cause my company only shows up at night
Natural light pour through white curtains
Like the house pans extend an invitation
Begging for them to come in
Despite of how much I tried
To let it out

I felt like one of them
Parted in the kitchen
The way I couldn't move around
But only listen

Alone in a room that's mostly dark
I stood mostly still
Guess the room was only mostly empty
Melt my body back to milk

The wood floor tells us a story
By an author of boots or high heels
Which of the two from here?
I really couldn't tell
Recycle my breath from through my nose
To stay as quiet as can be
I felt the heated tiles underneath my feet