Dancing Behind My Eyelids

See the fog on the horizon

It's dancing

And it smell like a teenager

See the bones behind my eyelids

They're dancing

And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

See the bones behind my eyelids

They're dancing

And it sounds like tap-dancing shoes

Worms on the bones under beds

Of insomniac eaten teenagers

They whisper

And it sounds like a crooked flute