Pets and the sound of petsnAnd the subtlety of traffic jamsnWhen building a glass friendnWe posted pictures of everyone we've knownnTraveling without guidesnnI didn't knownA thing you saidnBarking like dogsnTopping balloons as to avoid the downfallnnDancing old linennAnd crooked eye hole cutsnWe walked in steps of mathnAnd now in closet candlelightnWriting songs for ghosts to haunt to