Fold the Cloth

I'm in the seams like clouds of greeks
The mouldings on the wall
I know these halls, I've loved them all
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around
Tuck your belly in your chest and see how close we are
Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters and now
You know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Your face, so sweet, not bones, not meat
Just gradings of the shore
Oh, first we come, the ash has died
We can't forget the house

When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground
It's too late to come around
Tuck your belly in your chest and see how close we are
Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters and now
You know you need to come around
Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are

Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth, oh
Fold the cloth
Oh, cut the cloth