Ghosts in the Basement - Hotel of the Laughing Tree

She says don’t get too close, cause I may be the one to warm your bones.

Well I say don’t get too far, from everyone who knows who you really are.

Well we watched the world erupt from my hallway,

And your lover left you alone where he found you;

Alone by the sea and the shore, a regular king if the iron thorns.

Hello, my holy ghost.

Well she don’t wanna sing, if it don’t mean anything.

Everybody knows it doesn’t cure the sing of bad news from my wings, oh no.

We’re not sorry, we’re not singing a holy song.

Hello, my holy ghost;

I’ve loved you like my own

But I’ll never let you know she don’t wanna sing if it don’t mean anything.

Hello, my lonely soul.

We’ll he don’t wanna know what’s sleeping down below.