Greenfield St.

This house is haunting all my dreams It's keeping me from waking up These walls are hiding things from me And faintly calling out my name There's a presence in the halls I hear their voices late at night If I could somehow guide them all into the light That's the thing about ghosts, they say They won't leave until the moment they're at peace What are you missing the most The hardest part of moving on Is always the letting go I can't accept the consequence Of getting all wrapped up in this I'm losing touch with common sense And blurring the lines of consciousness There's a presence in these halls I feel they're sadness in my bones If I could somehow find the light to guide them home No you're not where you belong All of your loved ones are waiting Now that your business here is done I'm hoping you'll be moving on