"Secret House" lyrics

In the bleak dim light of America
On a corner by the bar [?]
The surface of the ground
Deeply festering with a stock of suffering

I can't hear the words but I see them in the air
Like I've never seen them anywhere
Gunshot sounds of southern skies
Hideaway in our secret house of the night
Of the night
Hideaway in our secret house of the night

You've always got your hand in the air
Because you think you know the answers
You say it's okay just a few inches off
But it's a world where inches matter
I'm scared to look up to see your face
Worried all might blow up and shatter

I can't hear the words but I see them in the air
Like I've never seen them anywhere
Gunshot sounds of southern skies
Hideaway in a dim red light
Mumbling in our secret house of the night

[?] in our secret house

In the dead silence she'd wait
Sensing the slow sneaky vibration waves
[?]
Sorry but we're still in the anger phase

I can't hear the words but I see them in the air
Like I've never seen them anywhere
Gunshot sounds of southern skies
Hideaway in our secret house of the night
All the night in our secret house of the night