Backroom Lantern

Your hand on the glass

Left a cold red print

I saw you in the hall

Then the frame went dim

Tin roof talking back

To the corner drum

Your name in my mouth

Like a hymn gone numb

I keep the match lit low

I keep the door shut tight

Something walks my floor

When the room feels right

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

If you hear that low reply

It ain’t me, it ain’t me

Black boots by the mat

But they ain’t mine

Ash in the sugar bowl

And a crooked line

Old face in the static

On the kitchen glass

I turned on the sink

And the cold went past

I keep the match lit low

I keep the door shut tight

Something walks my floor

When the room feels right

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

Don’t call my name tonight

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

If you hear that low reply

It ain’t me, it ain’t me

Four little knocks

From the other side

I held my breath

Let the whole house hide

Now the moon won’t stay

On the window pane

And the night keeps trying

To learn my name

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

Don’t call my name tonight

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

Don’t call my name tonight

(don’t call my name)

If you hear that low reply

It ain’t me, it ain’t me

(don’t call my name)

If you hear that low reply

It ain’t me, it ain’t me