Their house was on a part of the hill
That made it look lit by Hell
From behind and from the left
I can read your thoughts from here
You know the hall can always hear you
Even when you talk this low
Oh it wanders from room-to-room
Alternating between worry and doom
On the mirror they taped a headshot of a beer
Maybe it was out fear of never knowing when it's near
I remember you as always broke
And you next to never spoke
About the horrors down the hall
Now you cut through Brian's room
Even when he is completely ruined
Like right after his father calls
Oh it wanders from room-to-room
Alternating between worry and doom
On the mirror they taped a headshot of a beer
Maybe it was out fear of never knowing when it's near