time scurries away from us like field mice out through the holes in our walls lost to the dark night heal me up again everything i love gathers dust inside my chest and all the love lost was the love that i kept in coffins and boxes a museum of the dead its time i let go let the darkness claim them heal me up again heal me up again carved out of chalk out of wax out of wood saints dolls and angels in pews they all stood they said its time to give all that ive found its time to give it back to the ground and one day they will knock the buildings down like vomit our ghosts will all spill out and one day they will knock the buildings down like vomit our ghosts will all spill out1