I Will Be Ok. Everything.

No, we aren't ghosts cause even ghosts have a home to haunt No, we aren't ghosts, we open doors and we shed our skin No, we aren't ghosts, open your windows and let us in Still and freezing we can see our breath Tom told me that the drive was short but the tank is empty. (cold concrete and basements.) We echo in our haunted blood The strings are fire, the bass is roaring, the beat carries us on If our bodies weave into the ground that they stand on we cannot fall down As we slowly push the earth into itself it collapses us And we take photos to remember how great it was to be children Or forgotten faces in the backgrounds of your lives We've all been relatives or coworkers We've all been forgiven as we slowly push the earth into itself We take photos. The song plays on but the record's cracking The house is gone but the floors are creaking