Sun light peers through the window
Of our forsaken house
You look at my face, I look at your face
You put your hand to your mouth
Are you troubled my dear?
Are you boiling with fear?
Has your guilt ridden conscience give in?
There's no heaven or hell
This house is it for us both
Let the haunting forever begin
[Adam Fisher]
...
We watch the wood floors warp in the sun
Patiently pacing till midnight
We watch our corpses decompose
In the bleached silver ray of the moonlight
The years forget us
As our bones turn to dust
She speaks only when lonely
As we accept fate
Just then a family of eight
Moves in for a small sum of money
[Adam Fisher]
...
In every home
A ghost exists
With every moan
The house admits
In every home
A ghost exists
In every home
A ghost exists