Fourth street, and November
Take off your shoes when you come in
I'll do my best to remember
"Falling fences" is the password

That let's me in to your room
Where you hide your ghost

Matchbooks, the hidden car keys
Take off your shoes when you come in
I make excuses for the bad talk
No word is ugly when you speak

In your room where the light is on
We hide our ghost

In your room where the light is on
We hide our ghost

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Writer(s): Damien Jurado