New Orleans Silver Jews

I'm scared (I swear) of you
In the tunnel, in the darkness, the darkest walls of blue
There's beasts and there's men
And there's something on this Earth that comes back again
Alpha... delta... gamma... everybody's smoked
Well, you can't say that my soul has died away
No, you can't say that my soul has died away

Well, there's trouble in the hall
And trouble up the stairs
And trouble in the trouble
That's troubling the air
Please don't say that my soul has died away

There is a house in New Orleans
Not the one you've heard about, I'm talking about another house
They spoke of gold in the cellar that a Spanish gentleman had left
I broke in one hundred years ago with a dagger tucked in my vest
Legends of gold I've tried to hold
In the grey half-light of the hallway at night
One, two, three, four, five
We're trapped inside the song

Well, we're trapped inside the song
Trapped inside the song
Trapped inside the song
Where the nights are so long