His head was a city
Of paper buildings
And the echoes that remain
Of old friends and lovers
Their features bleeding
Together in his brain, oh
And once it started it was harder to tell them apart, oh
He was always distracted
By the very mention of an open door, oh
Because he had sworn
Not to be what he'd been before
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder