Spring

Fall was still, bare as a Shropshire hill Can't tell if I'm there, or if I can let it in A scream cut through the din "Seems like you could use a spring cleaning" Battleship Forgive me if I trip I want you for your rips Your unseeming The weight behind the abacus Erase me in this new life I want you through the crime And the bad dreaming Fall was still A hole that won't get filled That last time, you got killed And I've been receiving "Let me in," a scream cut through the din "Seems like you could use a spring cleaning Seems like you could use a spring cleaning"