It's haunted and I fainted
It's painted red it's on my skin
This house is old it's taken its toll
The voices aren't quite so loud, I think it's over
The faucets, pretending they're kids
They're spinning around and filling the sinks
Tap dancing shoes, reflections in spoons
It's a carnival of spite a circus of the stubborn
Do you think they hear us out there
Do they know we're here
The risers from the school gym hall
Have them huddled in contraptions like a choir that's collapsing
The songs sung and the faint rhythm hum
I think we better bolt another mattress to the wall
It's night time on the judgement day
One slips through the floor and we race to lock the door
The lights dim and their pale white chins
It's the last dance of remembrance and a waltz that never ends
Do you think they hear us out there
Do they know we're here
Do you think they hear us out there
Do you think they fear us