pull the blinds all the black dreams i've had well they don't mean much now when I rise at noon I'm missing someone I don't know and I don't want to be alone and this house is now a grave I've been sleeping here for days I'm too hidden to awake so I disappear always call someone up just having a dream we can talk about anything, I don't care getting out of the house for an hour or two but it's missing something I can't explain and this house is now a grave I've been sleeping here for days  I'm too hidden to awake so I disappear always