I'd Like To Sneak Around Your House
When Everyone's Asleep
Tiptoe Across The Door-room Mat
That Used To Welcome Me
Then Gently Shut The Door
To See A Brand-new Christmas Tree
And The Silence Pounds Like A Kettle Drum
And A Chill Runs Through Me

But Does She Ever Miss Me?
I Still Hear Her Singing
Just Like An Orchestra, Just Like A Painting
With Velvet Brushes And Wooden Framing
A Familiar Monet That's Worth Renaming
The Scar

I Choked Up The Dirt, Completely Hurt
I Ran Straight Through Them All
Then Pushed Aside What's Left Of Pride
And Trembled Through The Hall
And There Stands A Door You'd Seen Before
When All You Knew You Was Down
And Your Perfume Breath Brought Peaceful Death
On Sleepy Silver Gowns

But Does She Ever Miss Me?
I Still Hear Her Singing
Just Like An Orchestra, Just Like A Painting
With Velvet Brushes And Wooden Framing
A Familiar Monet That's Worth Renaming
The Scar

Yeah, To Wake Is Such A Dreaded Thing
To Sleep Is Such A Hole
I Eat Without Your Company
I Drink Till I Unfold
And Now Hear The End Of Everything
Just Thrown Onto The Ground
But October Fell And Broke My Shell
And All I Knew Was Down