My crowded heaven is full of shadows. I’m foolish. I’m full of shadows. There’s an aqua violet glow and it lights the room. Eyes shining. Like deer in twilight just trying to move on. But I’m stuck in reverse. Trying to make sense of it all, but I always see it backwards. I’m stuck in a moment. Your mouth is moving silent. I’m freaking out and losing it. And the lights are bright, and I know you really like them, but I like things a little dimmer. They’re afraid of us. They’re all afraid of us, and you should be, too. Stay away from us, if you really know us. So, what does it really matter if we’re staying up? Just stay away from us. A soft, faint chill sets the wind in a perfect day depression. And every awkward little cry lifts our broken hymns. It makes me smile. They’re afraid of us. They’re all afraid of us, and you should be, too. Just ask me. We don’t really need a big story. Don’t ask permission from them. Just ask me. We don’t really need a big story. What have they done, yeah, what have they done for us? Stay away from us. If you really know us. So what does it really matter if we’re staying up? Stay away from us