From Into the red. Grimes ©

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Let me come in, said the face with a terrible grin.

I’m on hot tin I can’t begin to cry.

Why oh why the sad girl cried.

Climbing through the frame to reach the other side.

She sighed and cried again beside the broken pane.

And behind a wall, I’m not surprised at all.

My voice is screaming on the inside,

I’m on my own desolation row you know.

Collecting my thoughts from a hole in my head.

I wonder who is this, underneath my bed.

“Are you the Ghost with the most,

my Host for tonight. When do we ride?

And what’s the price for leaving?”

Let me sing my song for you,

It’s so hard to tell it.

Day by day by life, and word by painful word.

Let me sing it to you.

Do you have a moment for me please, do you?

You are laughing at me, pointing fingers in me.

Regarding me inside with your bottomless eyes,

in which I see, absolutely nothing.

Do you want to talk with me, come quickly I’m falling

I’m walking towards the edge of the sky,

the air has held her breath.

Hello stranger, tell me, are you in danger too.

Tell me Who are you, and where do you come from?