The Curious Case of Flaxman Low

[Verse 1] Gaslight hallway Footsteps fade to the floorboards’ groan You stand listening To a house that breathes like bone Tobacco on your fingertips Ink stains on your sleeve A file of careful questions And a mind that will not believe [Chorus] Flaxman Low In the dark you’re thinking Eyes on the crack between waking and dreaming Every ghost dissolves in your shadow Name the fear Let the meaning show Flaxman Low Flaxman Low [Verse 2] Tea gone cold On the desk by a shuttered pane Rain on glass Marks time with a patient pain You map the moving furniture The candle that fought the air Draw circles Lines Conclusions Till the impossible stands bare [Chorus] [Bridge] It’s never just a whisper It’s pressure in the room Old guilt in painted plaster A family folding under doom You trace the trembling voices Back to a hidden door Not to prove that there is magic But to prove what hurt them more [Chorus] [Outro] Casebook closes Streetlamps paling into dawn You vanish in the ordinary Another doubt Another haunting gone Flaxman Low Walking slowly Past where all the stories glow