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HAUNTING THE HOUSE

A rose and a veil. Up there on a windowsill.

Gone a long time ago. That movie’s playing in my head.

She’s water to drink. Hanging from the mantelpiece.

Far away memories beneath a dying lemon moon.

 

She wrote recipes down on a card.

I ate the food when she was dead.

I sigh out the same air that she breathed.

Small talk like the slippery words of grace.

I fell in love before with every pretty face.

I set the enemy up to fall.

 

She’s haunting the house. She waits in the shadows.

Up in the curtains. Moving very slow.

She’s haunting the house. A scream in the attic.

Is that a gentle touch or cruel fingers that I feel?

 

She’s walking around. Sat there in the easy chair.

Stopped a girl innocent. Stilled a heart so beautiful.

I don’t understand Heaven and its cold reward.

Never time for sacraments. We took our hats off in the rain.

 

And when the blush was gone and just another night.

Old scars exposed in ugly light.

Caught the pale blue flesh with veins alive.

Now I look into the glass and I try to see.

A tiny wave of calm inside of me.

And then I hear the knocking from the walls.

 

I’m haunting the house. I wait in the shadows.

Behind the curtains. Moving very slow.

I’m haunting the house. I scream in the attic.

Is that a gentle touch or cruel fingers that I feel?

Is that her gentle touch or cruel fingers that I feel?

Is that my gentle touch or cruel fingers that I feel?

 

 

Jim Walker - Acoustic Gtr, Bass, Drum Programming, Keys, Melodica, Percussion, Vx, BG Vx