| This houses ghost is shallow | 
| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight | 
| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind | 
| These halls are dark and drift side to side | 
| We will leave behind all of these haunted walls | 
| And these ramshackle doors | 
| I’m passing over the earth | 
| And all that’s in between | 
| I still see apparitions holding on to fantasy | 
| We fell into a fabled land somewhere | 
| Somewhere we need to believe | 
| We stitched up all the seams | 
| But the tapestry is unravelling | 
| Our faded star is flickering | 
| This houses ghost is shallow | 
| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight | 
| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind | 
| These halls are dark and drift side to side | 
| What a delight it must be to pass through walls | 
| And watch us from the outside | 
| This crooked mans now crooked home | 
| Is all that’s left of me | 
| They speak of ancient deeds now dwelling in the majesty | 
| Like wind to the leaves, at the edges of the world we’ll always meet | 
| So hand down all of our stories through your makeshift town | 
| I’ll wait here 'til morning, watching faeries abound | 
| I had to let her through the door | 
| I had no choice but to let her go | 
| I was the friend she missed | 
| I fear the dawn and cuts we risk | 
| This houses ghost is shallow | 
| Sleepwalking all through the night, by candlelight | 
| Like a fairy tale from the pages of my mind | 
| These halls are dark and drift side to side | 
| What a delight it must be to pass through walls | 
| And watch us from the outside | 
| We will leave behind all of these haunted walls | 
| And these ramshackle doors |