The Haunted (feat. Amy Bowman)

Slip inside this haunted house Tiptoe silent, not a sound Oh, I feel ghosts Ghosts all around me... Sun cuts through this dusty hall Spray-can dreams across my walls With blood-red berries write in snow Sign to the dead, who only know Oh I feel ghosts Feel their breath Upon my neck Oh I sense ghosts Ghosts all around me Light dust particles like stars Seal my heart inside your jar Darling cut me one more scar Before we fall nowhere too far Listen to what this corridor said To love songs weeping from our bed Feel the beat of skipping clocks Hear the words this sweet hearth talks Oh I feel ghosts Feel their breath Upon my neck Oh I sense ghosts Ghosts all around me Let me lift that crown of thorns All quitting was once sworn Suture cuts, I'll dry your eyes With words that hover like a sky Place your hand upon my mouth Whisper 'Ssh... Do you trust me now?' You may burst through unbolted doors Spray can your love across my walls Haunt inside me forever more... Oh feel my ghost Feel my breath Upon your nape My ghost wrapped around you Oh feel my ghost Oh be my ghost Go on... be my ghost Go on... be my ghost