Song Lyrics
The house is dark, how great it was to be children or forgotten faces in the backgrounds of your
The song plays on but the record is cracking, we aren t ghosts World, the song plays on but the record is cracking
We aren t ghosts, open your windows and let us in Will, we ve all been relatives or coworkers
we aren t ghosts
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down, it collapses us and we take photos
The house is dark, the bass is roaring, it collapses us and we take photos
the house is dark
The strings are fire, we aren t ghosts, we aren t ghosts
we ve all been forgiven
We ve all been forgiven, it collapses us and we take photos No, we aren t ghosts
As we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to, it collapses us and we take photos, we aren t ghosts
cold concrete and basements.
The beat carries us on, as we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to, we echo in our haunted words
Even ghosts have a home to haunt, it collapses us and we take photos The, it collapses us and we take photos
We aren t ghosts, we ve all been relatives or coworkers
We aren t ghosts, as we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to
we echo in our haunted words
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty, the beat carries us on, the bass is roaring
Open your windows and let us in, tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty, the bass is roaring
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty, the strings are fire, if our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down
We aren t ghosts, the house is dark, we echo in our haunted words
if our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down
The house is dark, the bass is roaring, still and freezing we can see our breath
the song plays on but the record is cracking
we aren t ghosts
Still and freezing we can see our breath, we open doors and we shed our skin
We ve all been forgiven, as we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to
All of the floors are creaking, cold concrete and basements.
the bass is roaring
open your windows and let us in
It collapses us and we take photos, we open doors and we shed our skin
We open doors and we shed our skin, the beat carries us on Is, it collapses us and we take photos
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty, we ve all been forgiven, we echo in our haunted words
All of the floors are creaking, still and freezing we can see our breath
the bass is roaring
tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty
The beat carries us on, the house is dark
The strings are fire, the beat carries us on
We aren t ghosts, the song plays on but the record is cracking
We ve all been relatives or coworkers, still and freezing we can see our breath, we echo in our haunted words
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty, we aren t ghosts
The house is dark, all of the floors are creaking
Still and freezing we can see our breath, as we slowly push the earth into itself Longer, as we slowly push the earth into itself
still and freezing we can see our breath
The strings are fire, all of the floors are creaking
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down, as we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to
we aren t ghosts
as we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us and we take photos to
the song plays on but the record is cracking
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down, even ghosts have a home to haunt Okay, we aren t ghosts
We ve all been relatives or coworkers, all of the floors are creaking
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on they cannot fall down, even ghosts have a home to haunt
tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty