Parisian Enclave
John Darnielle
Signal drawn upon the bricks of a clinic for the dispossessed
Collect the brine from the rain gutters, let the devil take the rest
Rats returning home to our nest
Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren
In the neverending shadows
Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren
In the neverending shadows, there I go
Secret hymnal with the words in a version of the mother tongue
Walls envelop all of us like a mother who protects her young
Spores at play deep down in our lungs
Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren
In the neverending shadow
Beneath the streets of the city with my brethren
In the neverending shadow, there I go