Old Coats

This house is breathing relief through its curtains and tile squares Ghosts in the cellar they come and they go if they want to Feel how the pain of a stranger can linger and haunt you She wore the dress he adored made of gingham and violet Hash on the window sill left from the first time they tried it She was laid down in the garden the seventh of August He stayed a few days and followed her just as he promised All the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah ah Old coats and furniture out on the front porch someone left there This house is breathing relief through its curtains and tile squares Ghosts in the cellar they come and they go if they want to Feel how the pain of a stranger can linger and haunt you All the way down, down Ah, all the way down, down Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah