Text: Mountain Goats, The. Letter From Belgium.

Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment

That's good we can always use some more electrical equipment



In the cold clear light of day down here

Everyone's a monster

That's cool with all of us

We've been past the point of help since early April



Susan and her notebook

Freehand drawings of Lon Chaney

Blueprints for geodesic domes

Recipes for cake



Yeah we're all here

Chewing our tongues off

Waiting for the fever to break



When we walk out in the sunlight we tell every we know it hurts our eyes

When the real reason we don't like it is that it makes us wonder if we're dying



And Martin's found an old trunk full of stage makeup in the basement

And he's sending it along

We can always use more makeup

Yeah more creams and powders



And Carrie's got the feeling

That the people next door

Will close in like a wolf pack

Should we make one small mistake



Yeah we're all here

Chewing our tongues off

Waiting for the fever to break