What was that song that was flying through the air / Something about miracles and long distance / To know the names of rooms you’ve never been in / Statistically fitter / Practical paranoia / These old grey ghosts won’t leave me alone / Won’t stop picking at me / Like they’ve got somewhere to be / Heard you’re the kind / High on The Great Divide / Heard you’re the kind they cheered on / These days I’m believing anything I’m hearing / These days I’m believing anything at all / You’ll always win because you’re loud / Formaldahyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank / The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh / As the letter opener goes in / “You’re gonna miss me,” it says / In the black plaster nighttime / “You’re gonna miss me,” it says / As it blocks out the sun