Dear Dead Days - House Ghost

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Tearing me up on the shore

I’m still drowning at your door

We could lay our heads on the river beds

Hotel ghosts won’t let me in

Whispering all of my sins

Trees so green their leafs won’t turn

Fires so tall there’ll always burn

Bang my head against the sun

Someone tell me when i’m done

Suckers two for one

In the hum of waiting amps

Who keeps splinters off the ramp

I’ve died and gone to camp

Sleep in piles on broken spring

Every morning shows us things

You’re a friend of mine

You can cut in line

Soaking idly on the porch

Skipping canteen cause we’re bored

You’ll never see those stars again

Sadder a fate then passing friends

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah…