Barely Living Room Songtext
von Fruit Bats

In my bad dream there′s a hallway to
A barely living room
TV's on, dirty flower curtains drawn
And I hate you, but I feel so bad for you too

We′re in a flat fescue meadow
Browned by the cold
Wearing the clothes of a ghost
The clothes of a ghost


And in my dream, you are me
And I am sort of you
And I'm thinking about some of the things that you did
And it sort of feels like abuse

Still I can smell the ocean
Yet we're a thousand miles from any coast
Wearing the clothes of a ghost

In a flat fescue meadow
Frozen dead by the cold
In the clothes of a ghost
The clothes of a ghost