What you're buying
Brought to you
Is bought with numbers
On a line and straight to you
In wild-eyed wonder
I wonder

Insomuch as we confess
To our offenses
To the cleaning out
Of another person's haunted house

Chain gang island
Noncommissioned
Apparition to you

Rats are livid
And the walls are bitten through
With the waters
And the mountains all around you

It's hard to leave for me
But I'll make it to you
On leaving to memory
Unfounded
Not true

Waves fallen where other waves rise
Hands reaching to you
Knowing the crimes and whisper

"Come to me"