Songtexte Ghosts In the Attic - Analog Moon
An
afternoon
trip
to
the
top
of
my
house
Where
we
found
a
door
leading
into
the
dark
The
pull
of
a
chain
brought
the
dimness
to
light
When
all
of
the
shadows
start
falling
apart
Oooh
Ghosts
in
the
attic
Complicate
my
mind
Beneath
the
dusty
boxes
Who
know
what
you
may
find
(I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you
I'm
coming
for
you)
A
passing
haze
in
the
corner
of
my
eye
A
woeful
stare
through
the
sepia
light
A
musical
box
with
a
sorrowful
cry
Just
trying
to
turn
with
all
of
its
might
Ghosts
in
the
attic
Complicate
my
mind
Beneath
the
dusty
boxes
Who
know
what
you
may
find
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