Hologram - These New Puritans, Salem

Shut the door, shut the door

Because I’m staying here

The world might disappear under blankets of snow

And

There’s a wonderful word that you will liken it to

But it’s caught in the back of your mind though

Okay

And some will say «to you will go the world»

Shut the door because I disagree

And Memnon sighs relief

Some circles you can’t leave