Lyrics Spirit Ditch - Sparklehorse

I want my records back
And that motorcycle gas tank
That I, spraypainted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I′m sworn to secrecy
I woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with
Metal hands
In a spirit ditch
The moon it will rise with such
Horse laughter
It's dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home
You′d know it'd be
In a slide trombone
I woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with
Metal hands
In a spirit ditch
I woke up in
A burnt out basement
Sleeping with
Metal hands
In a spirit ditch