The early guest enters silently
To see the room of bygone fame
To see the pictures of that family
Those dead in splendid frames
A thin women powdered with dust of feasts
Pulls my hand along the place
Full of old things and illusive beings
Hung alone in dusty space
Now you come with me
You know too many things
To sleep quietly
This day's a huge kick to everything
Walk away with me
To see the garden of your fate
To sleep quietly
'Cause today is a day of your fate