They wander their old homes,
They do not roam but keep to the same place,
Most times you can't see their face.
In schools, homes, hotels.
Buildings, towns, cemetaries.
But they are not things,
They are people who have lived before you an me.
You wait and see.
They'll teach you lessons on the living and the dead.
They do not roam but keep to the same place,
Most times you can't see their face.
In schools, homes, hotels.
Buildings, towns, cemetaries.
But they are not things,
They are people who have lived before you an me.
You wait and see.
They'll teach you lessons on the living and the dead.
((I know it sucks. Leave me alone because I am in no mood to deal with you.))
