Ghosts in the Attic
Ghosts in the attic floating hig and low
Whispering stories to me, from a time long ago
Scratching, knocking, a gentle weep
I hear it every night, they don't let me sleep
I cannot resist to listen to the stories they tell
They have so much to say after that long time they dwell
Is that the reason that I am here for?
Ghosts in the attic - forever - more
