ghost in my eyes, see the horizon
past all the lies, that keep me blinded
truth can be seen in all other ways I've found
living inside is a house full of whispers
floating their way through all the fixtures
placing their bets on when their time will come.
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
but there's a light up in the attic and i swear it's calling me
leaves in the yard dance to the music
wind being blown from massechusetts
land that I love, the land that I have never known
reaching the sky are the hands of an oak tree
holding the clouds up like an old place
praying above that his roots would stay strong
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
but there's a light up in the attic and i swear it's calling me
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I'll be
but there's a light up in the attic and i swear it's calling me