I hate talking on the phone for too long Her voice digs into my ear
Like a razor blade laying naked in the lot I hate coming home for too long
Old ghosts come out of their sheds And knock on my door from twilight on
But I keep running from the shadows Of giants in the air
And the people that I push away
Are screaming over there
By the pale october hallways Where the sunlight is so bare
I like watching scary films with my friend mike His arms wrap so tight around me
And I am nothing in his light
I like feeling like a shadow of old mark
Even though I know now
That the light in him had long ago gone dark
I remember driving through the mountains Through adirondack park
And feeling so lonely
Felt freedom from the calls
Of the people I know
Laying in those cold october halls Laying in those cold october halls