[Verse 1]
These old halls, and bedrooms walls
Belong to someone other
Than those who moved here in the summer
See them walk, along the dewy lawn like moving pictures
As they pa** the fixtures flicker
[Verse 2]
When all alone
She sees the bones of girls who dance full circle
Through heavy curtains full of purple
And in the corner of the cupboard they are loving lovers
And in her bed under the covers
[Chorus]
The breeze the breath of god is still
And all the mist on the hill how it hangs upon the trees
[Verse 3]
Our faces blip
And hands of dirt when they're not in our pockets
Eyes that dried up in their sockets
But don't look scared
We are prepared to float you in your panic
Fell face down in the Atlantic
[Chorus]
The breeze the breath of god is still
And all the mist on the hill how it hangs upon the trees
All of the spirits of the dead who stood in line before
And the man took the form of a demon in my head