Wild Sweet Orange - Night terrors

^Cfollow the black marks on the floor ^Amfallen through the bathroom door ^Gon his face, that's how it fi^Fnds you ^Cyou built an alter of books and melting wax ^Amsackcloth and his panic attacks ^Gsmears his eyes with the candle a^Fsh

^Cand oh, does God have a sound^B? ^Amlike a family laughing loud? or a gar^Fden gate ope^Gning to a world you never found. ^C but not everything's a met^Baphor you know somethings just ^Amare like the w^Fay she slams her b^Gedroom door that doesn't mean a thing ^C

^Che tied a dirty towel around his waist ^Amwashes his feet with the tears from his face ^Gaint it a shame, that's how you f^Find him? ^Cin the darkest closet behind the veil in his s^Amweet and haunted hour of prayer ^Ghis hands and feet claw the a^Fir

^Cand oh, does God have a soun^Bd? like a little girl crying o^Amut from the attic of her^F house where she h^Gid herself for d^Cays but everything's a met^Baphor to blood stained over the d^Amoor to the bread crumbs on the fl^Foor everything means some^Gthing.