La Dispute - “Nobody Not Even the Rain Has Such Small Hands”
&I think you oughta stay away from here, There are ghosts in the walls, &they crawl in your head through your ear. I think I saw you in my sleep, lover. I think I saw you in my dreams. You were stitching up the seams, On every mangled promise that your body couldn’t keep. I think I saw you in my sleep.