Barely Living Room - Fruit Bats

In my bad dream there’s a hallway to

A barely living room

TV’s on, dirty flower curtains drawn

And I hate you but feel so bad for you too

We’re in a flat fescue meadow

Browned by the cold

Wearing the clothes of a ghost

The clothes of a ghost

And in my dream, you are me

And I am sort of you

And I’m thinking about some of the things that you did

And it sort of feels like abuse

Still I can smell the ocean

Yet we’re a thousand miles from any coast

Wearing the clothes of a ghost

In a flat fescue meadow

Frozen dead by the cold

In the clothes of a ghost

The clothes of a ghost