Ghosts In Empty Houses

In this country at any given time 

There are two million empty houses 

And one of them once was mine 



There were twelve million spirits drifting 

In twelve million empty rooms 

Waving their ghostly arms at the stars 

And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon



Yeah they claw at the air and they scream 

But they don't make a sound 

Should've exercised the demons and their secrets 

While they were 'round



Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around 

All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house 

Everything is falling to pieces and it's just as well 

Because every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell



In my darkest hour when death is knocking at my door 

I can feel the tug of a thousand fingers 

But what are the ghosts here for 

They say: 

"Beware, be wary

Of secrets that you may keep 

Cause if they're any indication of what sorrow brings you 

Then don't take your demons to sleep."



And if you take a little time 

To think about yourself 

You just might find that the 

Direction that you're headed is closer to hell



Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around 

All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house 

Everything is falling to pieces and it's just as well 

Cause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell



So you might find yourself drifting 

Like a ghosts inside empty house after empty house 

Looking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell