Through the speckled dirty skylight    Watching falling branches flutter down    In a white room, the stereo is rocking and rattling    Turning back while knocking at the closed door    Then being chased and casting things away       Struggling in the dead fenced cage    Being reflected in the cracked mirror    Sleeping in the midst of crumbling bricks    In the corner of a burnt down street       As the night peeled away    I saw a picture through blurry eyes    Falling asleep with no umbrella    In a town with falling ash    Landing like piled up screws