Cold and Blue

When it's this simple, there's no telling  
In which room the ghosts are yelling  
With every breath they seem to fake  
The walls around us whimper and shake

If I would have to guess, I would say  
That just before we kneel and pray  
That's the moment when we're feeling  
Most at home under this ceiling

To take it outside, wrapping it in cow hide  
We will venture outdoors to see just how wide  
These volumetric measurements span  
Weighing the consequences of man

Let's take it slow. For all we know  
There's hours and minutes still left to go  
So keep it inside, don't show that you're broken  
Fall asleep to the frogs that are outside croakin'  
~