Lyrics Rafters - Tall Heights
                                                Ceiling 
                                                tiles 
                                                are 
                                                falling 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Selling 
                                                secrets 
                                                between 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                defeated 
                                                pasts 
                                                on 
                                                last 
                                                defense
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                walls 
                                                can′t 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                warm 
                                                in 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                busted 
                                                house 
                                                of 
                                                cans 
                                                of 
                                                beer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aluminum, 
                                                some 
                                                plaster 
                                                and 
                                                some 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                her 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                fossils
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                near 
                                                the 
                                                sewer 
                                                pipe
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                between 
                                                floors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                wars
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                two-by-four
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonic 
                                                notes 
                                                still 
                                                humming 
                                                from 
                                                her 
                                                lyre
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                set 
                                                my 
                                                little 
                                                soul 
                                                on 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                shape 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                latest 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                wake 
                                                of 
                                                soon 
                                                moving 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                this 
                                                house 
                                                is 
                                                crumbling 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                whispering 
                                                her 
                                                last 
                                                words 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                he 
                                                love 
                                                her 
                                                there 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                floor?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                he 
                                                pressed 
                                                his 
                                                mark 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                knotted 
                                                board
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pressed 
                                                an 
                                                oath 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                knotted 
                                                board
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                two 
                                                names, 
                                                one 
                                                shape, 
                                                tangled 
                                                minor 
                                                chords
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                heart 
                                                around 
                                                their 
                                                sweet 
                                                accord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrapped 
                                                around 
                                                their 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                stored
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                first 
                                                day 
                                                got 
                                                away, 
                                                then 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                decade 
                                                past, 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                    a 
                                                score
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                winter 
                                                falls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Decay 
                                                and 
                                                dark 
                                                creating 
                                                art, 
                                                showing 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                just 
                                                where 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Sweet 
                                                Louise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Since 
                                                eighty-three
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                paneling 
                                                and 
                                                pyramids 
                                                fall 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Sweet 
                                                Louise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                rafters 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                beat-up 
                                                blue-neck 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                turning 
                                                tides, 
                                                in 
                                                me, 
                                                in 
                                                hidden 
                                                vows
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                her 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                fossils
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                near 
                                                the 
                                                sewer 
                                                pipe
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                her 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                fossils
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unfinished 
                                                song 
                                                    I 
                                                complete
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                throne
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                castle
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                Pygmalion 
                                                ivory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                this 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                landlord 
                                                collects 
                                                his 
                                                fee
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                growing 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                so 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                ceiling 
                                                tiles 
                                                are 
                                                falling 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                seeing 
                                                what 
                                                I′ve 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Sweet 
                                                Louise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Since 
                                                eighty-three
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                paneling 
                                                and 
                                                pyramids 
                                                fall 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Sweet 
                                                Louise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                rafters 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                rugged 
                                                Worcester 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                turning 
                                                tides, 
                                                in 
                                                me, 
                                                in 
                                                hidden 
                                                vows
 
                                    
                                
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