When I came home from the party

Everything had changed

The city was beside itself

Just one inch away

Alright, my tongue gets split my hands are gloved

I just can't quite shake it off

I just can't quite shake it off

I just can't quite shake it off



When I came home from the movies

Through each ten and nine

The city was in retriform

For the twenty-second time

All night they haunted in Middleston

All the summoned faces

Marching through the crowd

All the summond faces

Marching through the crowd



All that day, and all that night

Our dead friends walked into the streets

Their faces in the doorways

Like a mirror to your photographs

They mingled with the crowds until

The living and the dead became each other