[ Featuring Matthew E. White ]
Hear that sound
As the rain beats down
On the roof of our old summer home
There'se an old wind chime
And an " up for sale " sign
And the grass in long overgrown
Waves crash against the coast
While old ghosts
Are still haunting me
Though the blinds have long been drawn
Or whatever went on
In that old summer home by the sea
So farewell
To the crabs and shells
On the rocks, on a cold windy day
And the little boy's schemes
And the rush of nicotine
And the boat we set free in the bay
As the moon tugs upon the tide
Sad and wild eyes
Are still haunting me
Somwhere deep down in my bones
I will always feel alone
In that old summer home by the sea
Though the blinds have long been drawn
Or whatever went on
Somwhere deep down in my bones
I will always feel alone
In that old summer home
By the sea
