You're staring right on through
But she fears me like a ghost
And I won't wait
I won't wait to haunt you
You're the worst
He's driving drunk down king street
Guess the party was a bust
If this is fate
If this is fate I'm fleeing
Story-told
Stories
A plague to all your houses
Sold the summer for the fall
And I can hear
I can hear them humming through the walls
In a trinity of favours
We are expecting everything
I will wait till spring
I will wait till spring when i burn everything
Story-told
And I can hear