Cold and Blue

When it's this simple, there's no telling

In which room the ghosts are yelling

With every breath they seem to fake

The walls around us whimper and shake

If I would have to guess, I would say

That just before we kneel and pray

That's the moment when we're feeling

Most at home under this ceiling

To take it outside, wrapping it in cow hide

We will venture outdoors to see just how wide

These volumetric measurements span

Weighing the consequences of man

Let's take it slow. For all we know

There's hours and minutes still left to go

So keep it inside, don't show that you're broken

Fall asleep to the frogs that are outside croakin'

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