Typhoon

The things that you hear are the things that are here forever now
 And the worse that I write are the words that they don't want you to hear
 Because the floor in the house they were born has a space under the boards
 And the space is a place that their bodies will lay forevermore
 They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found out
 They were making their plans before I entered, I found out
 So they're waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go down
 Now they're following me to the ends of the sea so that I don't tell
 No, what kind of life is this?
 No, what kind of life is this?
 So the steps that I took went around so that I could let them know
 That I just want to be where the wind and the sea will be my own
 But the fear that they thought would descend in the night to everyone
 Was the fear that they pushed me to feel so I wouldn't tell anyone
 They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found out
 They were making their plans before I entered, I found out
 So they're waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go down
 Now they're following me to the ends of the sea so that I don't tell
 No, what kind of life is this?
 No, what kind of life is this?
 In the North 4244, would you please stop following me
 To the left of the street through the door with the scratches in the screen
 In the hall there's a glow from a light that's below the copier
 And the prints can be found on the ground with the ultravioleter...
 They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found out
 They were making their plans before I entered, I found out
 So they're waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go down
 Now they're following me to the ends of the sea so that I don't tell
 No, what kind of life is this?
 No, what kind of life is this?