this room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies
and when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently.
There's too much dust in the air, this little room is killing me.
But I'm not feeling any less alone.
I'm not feeling any less alone.
She spoke through the holes in her hands, foreign words that frightened me
and my scars make you clean, you're duller than I'll ever be.
I spoke through the holes in my hands but you won't even look at me,
but I'm not feeling any less alone.