Hollow Moon The Crane Wives

Late at night
When the stars don't look quite right
In the darkness
Slowly crawling over my skin
Whispers at the door
"Let us in, let us in."

I'm a fool
I've been howling at a hollow moon
There's something burning in the
Empty room inside of my head
Fill it up with doubt
Let it in, let it spread

I won't be sleeping
There's too many monsters in the backyard
And I feel them creeping
Closer, closer, closer

I'm afraid
Is this a bunker or a shallow grave?
Either way I'm left
Holding onto the shovel and rope
Digging in the dirt
Finding bones, finding ghosts