Binance

Ghosts In Empty Houses (Jukebox the Ghost)

In this country at any given time There are two million empty houses And one of them once was mine There were twelve million spirits drifting In twelve million empty rooms Waving their ghostly arms at the stars And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon Yeah they claw at the air and they scream But they don't make a sound Should've exercised the demons and their secrets While they were 'round Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house Everything is falling to pieces and its just as well Because every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell In my darkest hour when death is knocking at my door I can feel the tug of a thousand fingers But what are the ghosts here for They say: Beware, be wary Of secrets that you may keep Cause if they're any indication of what sorrow brings you Then don't take your demons to sleep And if you take a little time To think about yourself You just might find that the Direction that you're headed is closer to hell Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house Everything is falling to pieces and its just as well Cause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell So you might find yourself drifting Like a ghosts inside empty house after empty house Looking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell