The Dead Come Talking

Feel the worms eating holes through my mind
Light regrets that’ll kill me in time
Walking backwards is always a guess
Distant faces burn holes in my chest

Shadows floating
They’re out in the hall
They still haunt you long after you’re gone
Buried in the basement
Cold cement
Dead come talking
Can’t put them to rest

Ghost at your door
Dressed in white linen sheets
Scaring the children
Says he’ll never leave
He’ll burn down the house
Taste the smoke on your tongue
He used to be someone you loved

Shadows floating
They’re Out in the hall
They still haunt you
Long After they’re gone
Buried in the basement
Cold cement
Dead come talking
Can’t put them to rest

Dead come talking
Dead come talking
Dead come talking
Dead come talking