Jukebox The Ghost
Ghosts in Empty Houses
in this country at any given timethere are two million empty housesand one of them once was minethere were twelve million spirits driftingin twelve million empty roomswaving their ghostly arms at the starsand howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moonyeah they claw at the air and they screambut they don't make a soundshould've exercised the demons and their secretswhile they were 'rounddon't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn aroundall our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty houseeverything is falling to pieces and its just as wellbecause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hellin my darkest hour when death is knocking at my doori can feel the tug of a thousand fingersbut what are the ghosts here forthey say:beware, be waryof secrets that you may keepcause if they're any indication of what sorrow brings youLetras de cancionesthen don't take your demons to sleepand if you take a little timeto think about yourselfyou just might find that thedirection that you're headed is closer to helldon't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn aroundall our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty houseeverything is falling to pieces and its just as wellcause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hellso you might find yourself driftinglike a ghosts inside empty house after empty houselooking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell
From Letras Mania