The Haunted

Slip inside this haunted house
Tiptoe silent, not a sound
Oh, I feel ghosts
Ghosts all around me

Sun cuts through this dusty hall
Spray-can dreams across my walls
With blood-red berries write in snow
Sign to the dead, who only know

Oh, I feel ghosts
Feel their breath
Upon my neck
Oh, I sense ghosts
Ghosts all around me

Light dust particles like stars
Seal my heart inside your jar
Darling, cut me one more scar
Before we fall nowhere too far
Listen to what this corridor said
To love songs weeping from our bed
Feel the beat of skipping clocks
Hear the words this sweet hearth talks

Oh, I feel ghosts
Feel their breath
Upon my neck
Oh, I sense ghosts
Ghosts all around me

Let me lift that crown of thorns
All quitting was once sworn
Suture cuts, I'll dry your eyes
With words that hover like a sky
Place your hand upon my mouth
Whisper "Do you trust me now?"
You may burst through unbolted doors
Spray can your love across my walls
Haunt inside me forever more

Oh, feel my ghost
Feel my breath
Upon your nape
My ghost wrapped around you
Oh, feel my ghost
Oh, be my ghost
Go on be my ghost
Go on be my ghost