Trays filled up with with polaroids and post cards
The past in pictures of the family evergreen within me
Books that I won't read of gourmet recipes aload' astrology, autobiographies, on me
And all the signs lead me home And oh, this life is dragging on
I've got coins of gold and grayscale rainbows, a modern gramophone I'll never feel alone, we're all alone
Stamps and envelopes all piled on the stove, a noble burial,
this mess is my home, sweet home
And all the signs lead me home And oh, this life is dragging on
Life is alone So alone So alone