She can't speak 'cos there's nothing to speak of

She can't walk 'cos there's nothing to walk on

She said, "I can't love you 'cos I can't show up"

But she can control her mind now 'cos there's nothing left to let go of

If you drive to the edge of the sand you'll see a row of empty houses

She lives there at the end of the open door where the bag of wow is

All day she makes chains out of shells and shiny icecream paper

She burns words into the lawn and sits in the shade with nothing on

She wakes up to high tide and thinks, "...but I've always felt like this"

And at night she drives to the edge of town, lifts her head and says

"I'm going down"

Here in the lead room

Room...

I'm what you need

In the lead room

I'm what you need

In the lead room

Show me you weep

I'm what you need

Show me you weep

I'm what you need

Room...

I'm what you need

In the lead room

I'm what you need

In the lead room

Show me you weep

I'm what you need...