Someones telling the toll to me Im cut and Im weeping like a rubber tree but I dont care whos left behind lost revelations that Ill never find in the long hall pipes are whispering blues prepared for anti-christening somewhere theres an honest soul to mirror teeth where neon lures troll and whats extinct might come alive a purple smoke in some internal shrine with a long sigh let the hissing in stones deformed by gentle kissing and all the closed eyes start to glisten but it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing it feels like someones missing it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing it feels like someones missing yeah it feels like someones missing