Tenant

Squatting on doorsteps
Following footsteps
Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest

So we crawl into corners
Ignore any callers
And imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors

When we crawl on all fours
Upon the cushioned floor
Still they cling to the walls
And knock on our doors

And the tendency for tenants is tenacity

The paint is cracked
And the paper peels
The plaster falls
And a body reels
Softly

Forty watt bulb
Swing from a light cloud
On lawnmower groan
The carpet has grown

But they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls
Yes, they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls

And the tendency for tenants is secrecy

Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh, shhhh