On my own
In a house full of rooms
Overgrown
Holding court with the air
They're flying the coop
Leaving the roost
Filled with hungry ghosts
Possessors arrive
Rapping on the door
Circling like thin crows
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Quiet time
Just rehearsing my lines
Practice life
For when someone arrives
They want us shipped out
In boxes on trucks
They're camped out in my back yard
I'm sure it can wait
Just muster some
Fake respect for the souls who lived here
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
ESN - Old House (Demo) Lyrics
ESN - Old House (Demo) Lyrics
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On my own
In a house full of rooms
Overgrown
Holding court with the air
They're flying the coop
Leaving the roost
Filled with hungry ghosts
Possessors arrive
Rapping on the door
Circling like thin crows
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Quiet time
Just rehearsing my lines
Practice life
For when someone arrives
They want us shipped out
In boxes on trucks
They're camped out in my back yard
I'm sure it can wait
Just muster some
Fake respect for the souls who lived here
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
In a house full of rooms
Overgrown
Holding court with the air
They're flying the coop
Leaving the roost
Filled with hungry ghosts
Possessors arrive
Rapping on the door
Circling like thin crows
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Quiet time
Just rehearsing my lines
Practice life
For when someone arrives
They want us shipped out
In boxes on trucks
They're camped out in my back yard
I'm sure it can wait
Just muster some
Fake respect for the souls who lived here
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Take a beat from out my heart
Take your form from off my door
Somehow have to claim it back
Something less corny than that
Writer: Ben Turley, Graeme Kent, Matt Horam, Scott Herbert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid