The Haunt
Written by Ryan McGlynn and Michael McWilliams
Rub away your weary eyes and bloom
As silent as the creeking house you creep with the regulars asleep
To see the killer that kisses the face of the thief
Sing, “Ooh bad living! Ooh bad living!”
Kiss this and twist this
Insist this your business
Don't rest, you might miss this
And honest is such an awful way too be i.e.
Every word is hurting me
They fill him with boogie and send him down to haunt
Gaze through the lantern with the fire in its womb
As you move though the room
Out through strange untangled lanes
And your new hometown
Take a knee and kiss the ground
Let's not the cold weather change your mood
Find yourself in synonyms of what you do
They fill him with boogie and send him down to haunt
The crow that sits atop the scare says
“Welcome to the things I know. They're not for you
But you're the only one in mind, so tuck yourself away
If the night makes you blind.”
The frozen scare says to the bird
“Oh no, let him go. There's so much you shouldn't know!”
Let not the cold weather change your mood
Find yourself in synonyms of what you do
Gaze through the lantern with the fire in its womb
As you move though the room
Out through strange untangled lanes
And your new hometown
Take a knee and kiss the ground
Let's not the cold weather change your mood
Find yourself in synonyms of what you do
Let not the cold weather change your mood
Find yourself in synonyms of what you do