Fold the Cloth

I'm in the seams like clouds of greeks The mouldings on the wall I know these halls, I've loved them all We can't forget the house When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground It's too late to come around Tuck your belly in your chest and see how close we are Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters and now You know you need to come around Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are Your face, so sweet, not bones, not meat Just gradings of the shore Oh, first we come, the ash has died We can't forget the house When you hear the sound of all the people on the ground It's too late to come around Tuck your belly in your chest and see how close we are Seven shades of brown drip from the bannisters and now You know you need to come around Put your belly to the crest and see how close we are Fold the cloth Oh, cut the cloth, oh Fold the cloth Oh, cut the cloth, oh Fold the cloth Oh, cut the cloth, oh Fold the cloth Oh, cut the cloth