Thursday, January 27, 2011

in the attic

I stood up and started moving
With a childlike fascination
For those doors that don't have locks
And the stairways that were blocked

And on the last step I was dizzy
Because there were stairs in all directions
But I found another door
And through the door there was the attic
Without old clothes
Without a ceiling
Everything had opened wide
Into the jaws of something bigger

And suddenly I saw that I was
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof
Finally it had found me
The answer, the feeling, and the truth:

That I'm small, smaller than the smallest fireball

(lyrics by The Antlers)

1 comment:

  1. thanks :) I love this song, and the pictures! can't wait to see you guys saturday!