Still they cling to the walls and knock on our doors
The plaster falls and a body reels softly
Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud
So we crawl into corners, ignore any callers
They have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors
But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
When we crawl on all fours, upon the cushioned floor
And the tendency for tenants is tenacity
The paint is cracked, and the paper peels