There’s a haunted house
at the edge of a forest,
In my minds eye
I return there always,
Under pressure I fold
beneath stars of old,
Longing for the demons
to relinquish their hold
There’s a haunted house
at the edge of a forest,
In my minds eye
I return there always,
Under pressure I fold
beneath stars of old,
Longing for the demons
to relinquish their hold