So quiet i can hear that the refrigerator is on. I can hear the fabric of your
sleeping bag-how it sounds someone else's floor. There was a small riot that
kept me up until dawn. It seems someone had something to say to the rest of the

party out on the lawn. Who called? What the hell did they say? Get off the
telephone right now. Don't throw another minute away. No, not today. There's a
man around, his face always fire-truck red. I've heard there were angels in his

head, but now he holds a baseball bat instead. And there that famous sounds
sound that the snow makes under my feed when a snowball to cold for a snowball
falls, and saves me from my impending week. Who called and what the hell did

they say? Get off my doorstep right now. Don't you dare get in my way. No, not
today. Who called, and what the hell did they say? Get off the telephone right
now. Don't throw another minute away because there are ghosts. And they don't

even wait to call. They will crawl up in your skin, and they will come out from
the walls if you let them.