Lyrics:

See the fog on the horizon?
It's dancing
And it smells like a teenager
See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
And they sound like tap-dancing shoes
See the bones behind my eyelids?
They're dancing
And they sound like tap-dancing shoes
Worms on the bones under beds of insomniac eaten teenagers
They whisper
And they sound like a crooked flute