Agatha

The house sat empty fourteen years

A wasted crystal chandelier

The lungs still howled a breathless air

And corporate dust of laughing lairs

He checked them in, the straw and clay

Of ninety years of day by day

Was my street sane? an image of

The spark that stirs within them

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, oh

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, oh

I was fourteen, they bought the home

Just old enough to stay alone

The biggest chair, the smoky skin

I sat like so and threw it in

The floors that creak, the pipes that pound

And underneath, one other sound

An angry hum; a low heart rate

That made me fear the stairs of

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, oh

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, oh

The void that's crowded with their fears

Spills out into the present years

Her tears upon the child at night

And we say swift the daylight time

Each year i grow, each day i think

Of when i felt the breath of wings

Above my chair, around my neck

It wanted to devour me

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, oh

Agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha, agatha...

Agatha! (agatha, agatha, agatha...)

Agatha! (agatha, agatha, agatha...)

Agatha! (agatha, agatha, agatha...)

Agatha! (agatha, agatha, agatha...)