Are you playing with Tigers, right now!
This song flows like a fever dream. It opens with the gentle terror of something creeping in—“The tigers come at four / Shaped like the curtains and the floor”—and from that moment, the listener suspends between reality and reverie. These “tigers” aren’t predators in the jungle; they’re emotional presences, shapeshifting memories, and the ghostly forms pain can take as it weaves into domestic life.