There's No Invisible Halloween Costume That Isn't There - Thanksgiving

Baby doll, do you wanna live in a long lost meadow far away

With willow trees that weep all around the tall grass in which you lay?

«Oooooo, Oooooo»

Do you want to be golden seam flowers with long green tails holding crowns

And smell down sleepy while your legs melt, softly, like the Sun swells out?

«Oooooo, Oooooo»

But you —

Stomp out fires that lash, you huddle, sleeping on stilts that lean like a

bottle

And your house is crooked and whithering painfully, creaking its beams while

the wind whistles through them

And your time is passing so fast, and yet slowly you get what you want and

lonely holding

«Oooooo, Oooooo»

And then it is raining, cause Halloween’s coming, so close you can smell it,

right against your face

And you’re walking quickly through the wet stone city, so loud all around you

because you are late

And there’s no disguise that is quite fitting for you, except in the eyes of

the people you walk by

And there’s no disguise that’s so often worn by you as the one in the eyes of

the people who know you

«Oooooo-»