And a rapping began from the tree on the window
Ticking time taking tombs to their road
The tapping received the tones that had told me
This was the old way that I needed and so
These men that you knew were this
They gave you a leaning thin
Forward you must march to the hall
The tapping on the window
Clicked lightly and clearly
I had to place the man drinking gasoline
Into these walls

The tapping tipped titles that toned in chimes didn’t sit
On a table that floated in the air
The blessing that tested me
That needed the western seed
The morning dew set in the air

If standard life alternate
And mornings that had to be
Took the words sheltered but bare
These things tapping with me
Is nothing but the trees
These trees that are mine and not yours

The blessing requested
As to take this man dressed
As a man that took this man
So take that damned gasoline
And reach for the knife

The men took their symptoms
So we have little food
And you are fretting and moving about
Detailed matter of inquiry
But no store remote

He needed some backing
So my friend tied me down
The torn piece of rope
Held me in place
Then he tied up my head
To capture my brain

But the fridge door fell open
And he fell towards my neck
And wrapped the piece there instead