Текст песни
Talking to the plaster again
It never argues back
Cold coffee in a cracked mug
Waiting for the panic attack
Counting the lines on the ceiling
There are exactly forty-two
None of them lead outside
None of them lead to you
None of them
I'm slipping through the floorboards
Erased from the grid
Nothing but a ghost
Ahhhhh
Let me out
Let me out
