Ghosts

The voices resonate from below

With word of ideas and concepts I'll never know

Conversations on world affairs

Emanate from under my stairs

There's jelly on my counter

And spoons on my floor,

A box in the attic

With no locks on my door

Look in my window and

Peer through the shades

There's not much in here

And hasn't been for days,

Just the box in my attic

And spoons on my floor

Come on in there's no locks on my doors.

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Lyrics submitted by Martin.