Fog in the House of Lightbulbs Radical Face

The cross in the middle of the room
But the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink
And the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag
And left the house before the blizzards came

The summer's got his teeth in me again
But my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone
And i can't get enough to drink
So now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks
And i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think
So now i'm going to bed

I woke up with my head stuffed full of fog
Beyond it out into the livingroom
Until i couldn't see the floors or walls
And as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay
The skeleton in my closet left his home
Now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone
And as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train
And i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame
Now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain
And it's really coming down..

It's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under
And it's the grin that rats you out
It's a snowstorm in the summer
It's the sky that spoils the cloud
It's the burn marks on your mother
And it's the thought that burns you out
It's the hook that drags you under and so on..