This is the “eleventh track” referred to earlier, which arrived within a day of “What It Means.” In fact I started writing the lyric for this while in the middle of thinking about that earlier piece as it was giving me so much trouble.

Having the ideas for two lyrics swimming about in my head at the same time proved incredibly counter-productive, and in the end I left the half-finished (and untitled) Rug Rat alone for over a year. If Annie hadn’t decided it was time we got things finished and started recording, it probably would still be sitting on that metaphorical shelf. As with everything I’m tempted to procrastinate about though, the reality is never as scary as the idea, and when I came to pick it up again I discovered it was already more than half finished and what remained was simple to work out.

For music written halfway through Spring, it still retains its ‘winter edge’ but I think it could have gone either way. As it turns out this cheery tale of an axe murderer is probably the darkest on the album.

 

 

 

Am I on my own?
Can’t remember where you’ve gone
Trace the patterns in the carpet
Not the same as when they made it

One day, you’ll come back to find me
I’ll be waiting at the door
On that day, nothing will remind me
I left you dead on the floor

Am I all alone?
Did you leave me in the dark
Hear the sirens all around me
Not as loud as when they found me

One day, you’ll come back to get me
I’ll be waiting at the door
Come what may, you learned to regret me
I know you’ll even the score

I feel you coming, and I’ll be running
Running through the morning leaving breadcrumbs in the pile
You’re right behind me. Scream when you find me
Fill the air with terror on my magic carpet ride

Am I on my own?
Can’t remember where you’ve gone
Trace the patterns in the carpet
Not the same as when you died

One day, you’ll come back to find me
I’ll be waiting on the floor
On that day, life will slip behind me
You’re standing dead at the door

One day, you’ll have redesigned me
I’ll be dying on the floor
On that day, blood will drip behind me
You’re standing red at the door

One day, you’ll come back to find me
I’ll be waiting on the floor
On that day, life will slip behind me
You’re standing dead at the door

 

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