Lyrics: Elise Cook
Music: Elise Cook
I’ll shove my head into a speaker
Like Sylvia Plath but monumentally weaker
Wish I could sleep
Wish I could do anything apart from creep around this house
There’s nothing I can do about it
We haunt the rooms we live in
If you can call this living
Poltergeists of past lives
Flash before our eyes
Faster than bolts of lightning
Can’t stand the heat at night
Feels like my brain just runs on spite these days
Can’t even dream
What’s there to look ahead to with a future cloaked in cloud
Guess I’ll drown in my doubts now
We haunt the rooms we live in
If you can call this living
Poltergeists of past lives
Flash before our eyes
Faster than bolts of lightning
Dig my nails out of my palms
An orchestra of grinding teeth will sound the alarms
Dig my nails out of my oaks
An orchestra of grinding teeth will sound the alarms
We haunt the rooms we live in
If you can call this living
Poltergeists of past lives
Flash before our eyes
Faster than bolts of lightning
Flash before our eyes
Faster than bolts of
Dig my nails out of my palms
An orchestra of grinding teeth will sound the alarms
Dig my nails out of my palms
An orchestra of grinding teeth will sound the alarms