Trophy Scars - Chicago Typewriter lyrics

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