Текст песни 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