No, we aren't ghosts 'cause even ghosts have a home to haunt
No, we aren't ghosts, we open doors and we shed our skin
No, we aren't ghosts, open your windows and let us in
Still and freezing we can see our breath
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty. (cold concrete and basements.)
We echo in our haunted blood
The strings are fire, the bass is roaring, the beat carries us on
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on we cannot fall down
As we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us
And we take photos to remember how great it was to be children
Or forgotten faces in the backgrounds of your lives
We've all been relatives or coworkers
We've all been forgiven as we slowly push the earth into itself
We take photos. The song plays on but the record's cracking
The house is gone but the floors are creaking
No, we aren't ghosts, we open doors and we shed our skin
No, we aren't ghosts, open your windows and let us in
Still and freezing we can see our breath
Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty. (cold concrete and basements.)
We echo in our haunted blood
The strings are fire, the bass is roaring, the beat carries us on
If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on we cannot fall down
As we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us
And we take photos to remember how great it was to be children
Or forgotten faces in the backgrounds of your lives
We've all been relatives or coworkers
We've all been forgiven as we slowly push the earth into itself
We take photos. The song plays on but the record's cracking
The house is gone but the floors are creaking
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