Bad Sound - Spook Houses

Repost and softly glow

Or read silent on my own

The tried and the true

Will slowly come back to you

A gray hair older

Three weeks home

Or maybe just you’re

Making me bored

I look for comfort

In things which are not

But they will remain

All the same

They will remain

Things labeled so: «occult»:

Your dreams, your name, my note

The tried, and the true and happiness too

Will reveal themselves to you