Crumbiling Dreams Scott Cawthon (Ft. Michella Moss)

Why do you hide inside your walls
When there's music in my halls

All I see is an empty room
No more joy, an empty tomb

It's so good to sing all day
To dance, to spin, to fly away

All I do is dance alone
But now I hear your flesh and bone

I roam these halls alone all day
But now you're here, friend and prey