Here where the spirits have lease
Deep in your walls where your memories hang
And all of those things you have seen
Regarding the doors they won’t let you inside.
So turn back from the tide
And light the fires to the wayward signs.
And I’m walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let’s get out of here.
You let the city crowd your mind
Open your eyes let the light pour out
You’ll be surprised what you’d find in the harrowing old halls of an empty
house.
So turn back from the tide
And light the fires to the wayward signs
And I’m walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let’s get out of here.
And I’m walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let’s get out of here.
And I’m walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let’s get out of here. Oh my god,
let’s get out of here