The Fiery Furnaces - Duplexes of the Dead lyrics

I went on down unto the duplexes of the dead Where the shades are drawn and the shadows shut Unless you know the magic word Seldom said but often heard Bite your lip then spin around three times On our honeymoon, my husband sat still With a look in his eyes and a pen in his left hand He wrote on the varnish the magic word Seldom seen and never heard He shushed me then slumped backwards dead asleep I went grumpy sitting in the sun by the umbrella stand Making every single unreasonable demand I covered my head and went to the office pool Dipped in reverent a re-soled mule And asked the chlorine fumes if there something they wanted to bring up