Lyrics:

The electric curtain was busted
It should have been a frame, please

Its clanking was so false


Here's a still of the distance of a mile

Beneath which
I should know the name:
Perfectly straight trees

Or can we go to the point?


Clean rain, the good indoors
If you have a place to be


'If you put it out
And then relight it

It tastes better than before'