| I can hear the car |
| As it rumbles up the driveway |
| But I’m too scared to look, |
| So I curl up beneath the window |
| And I pray they won’t find me |
| And I pray that I’ll keep still |
| I see your face in the glass |
| With branches growing from your mouth |
| You wear the moon like a halo |
| You wear the night like it’s your coat |
| And you’re always laughing |
| But you always look afraid |
| I think we’re haunted |
| Hands against my eyes |
| I hear you crying in your sleep |
| I think we’re haunted |
| (Clouds are coming down the chimney) |
| That we’re never alone |
| (And trees are growing through the living room) |
| I think we’re haunted |
| (The moon is stuck in the ceiling) |
| That we’re swimming through ghosts |
| (The rain is pouring on the dining room table) |
| Yeah I think we’re haunted |
| (The vines are growing up and down the walls) |
| That we’re never alone |
| (The water’s flooding on the kitchen floor) |
| I think we’re haunted |
| (The woods are all taking it back |
| We’ve overstayed our welcome |
| It’s time we were gone) |