You're passing my house and you're circling the block. There's demons outside and they're circling the sky. The breeze from the lake makes raindrops on my jacket
When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone?
You walk between the walls and you live under the stairs until a motionless death sinks into your hair. Late, at night, I sit before the light
When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone?
You're passing the time as the lonely city blooms, full of confetti and hopes and water balloons. You're passing the time as the lonely city burns
When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? Leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone.