Lyrics Curtains Closed - Tenement

Curtains Closed

Paper snow, flakes of fire
Seven deaths in a row.
They burn up together
A brd upon the wind
Travelling all alone
That lost all its feathers
Do you believe me?
Do you Believe me?
I put up with all of the sticks and stones
To know that you mean me
Is it just a way to be in me?
or is it the real thing?
I don’t need these aching bones
If you don’t need me
Such as the wall up in the moon
With all of your curtains closed
When it’s all you know
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