I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand; I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep; it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Somedays I can't even, [bad word] myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the [bad word] may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore

There's an old voice in my head that's, holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and burried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young, and full of life, and full of love
Somedays I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the [bad word] may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the [bad word] may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away; I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart; there's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me; please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the [bad word] may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore