Cloisterphobia - Thee More Shallows

You can bang your drum all day

Though you have not made your bed, it doesn’t matter

You can bang away, bang bang away

Go ahead, nobody’s gonna stop you now

Take a plane, return home

To the place you first saw her

From the sky it’s off-white

Little hills like bags of cocaine

When you arrive drive the five blocks to her former home

Take her shoes out of your suitcase and put them on

Place your hat cockeyed upon your balding head

Oh, and dance a little dance to celebrate

To celebrate…