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 words
The strings are fire, the ba** is roaring, the beat carries us on
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 remember how great 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 to itself, collapses us
And we take photos
The song plays on but the record is cracking
The house is dark, all of the floors are creaking