The Things That I Know - Musée Mécanique

She wraps her letters up with finger nails

And reads them only to herself

She hangs her walls with bits of cellophane

What a perfect day

And as she sleeps beneath her sheets

Made up like canopies against the wind

She holds her plastic boxes through the night

Never see the light

These are the things that I know

She creeps outside to watch the trains go by

And rides her bike out in the rain

I saw her once and thought that she might smile

So I’ll wait a while

These are the things that I know

The winter came and passed away

She tried to speak but nothing came out right

And then she sent her letters far away

They arrived today

These are the things that I know

These are the things that I know

These are the things that I know

But these things are mine to hide

In a place that I’ll

Never find…