A House of Many Ghosts - Brothertiger

Well the science

That’s put us into power

Is just daydreams

And pale imitation

And we can gather the remains and clean the fancy knives

We’ll throw away the bones and lick our fingers dry

As the mountains and the forests crumble to the ground

And the ashes and the embers linger all around

It’s better not to be here when the fire starts

With lions all around you with their beating hearts

Pounding blood into their veins so they can chase you down

As the mountains and the forests crumble to the ground

Will you cry

When nobody would answer?

Now they’re gone

And left nothing behind

When the lights begin to flicker and the candles die

When the fireplace is empty and our bodies lie

In the bedroom by the staircase with the painted walls

We can dream of all the ghosts that roam these shadowed halls

On the mattress we can listen through the haunted sounds

In the attic where the footsteps that go all around

We can sleep until the sunrise meets our tired eyes

And the lights will start to flicker while the candles die