Presence

All hands on the clocked stopped
A quarter past midnight
Owls woke to tell the time
To all of those who listen;
Listen!
Music spins inside of atoms
Blocked under a microscope
A math equation at the train station
Shadows gave way to illumination
The sum of a situation
Subtract me from your obligations
Sleeping saints, indecent states
Sip by sip drink the lemonade
On top of a ladder, under the mango tree
A shadow of a man she could not have believed
But music spins inside of atoms
Blocked under a microscope
A math equation at the train station
Shadows gave way to illumination
The sum of a situation
Subtract me from your obligations
At night i slept in black widow rooms
Clean your halls with flying broomsticks
Which house is your house?
The one with the black painted door
Which house is your house?
The one with the black painted door
I heard no one lives there anymore
I heard no one lives there anymore
A math equation at the train station
Shadows gave way to illumination
The sum of a situation
When i met her at the crossroads
And where all souls do go
On and on and on
Which house is your house?
Witch house is my house
Which house is your house?
Witch house is my house