Finding Old Recordings of Ghost Hunting On My Laptop at 1 AM

[Verse 1]
Out of space on the shelf
So my thoughts drip slowly through towards the door
I’ve spent more time with you than anyone
Ghostly bruises on your legs
We’ll leave the Christmas tree up 2 months late it’s dead
I know better and know I’m wrong

The static hum of a lonely room
I’ll act like I don’t want to talk, but I really want to

[Chorus]
Finding old recordings of ghost hunting on my laptop at 1 AM
I spent 3 days in a stranger's house in 2005
In a small spare room feeling like 1952
On the border of northern PA
I thought I'd get killed inside that barn

[Verse 2]
There was snow and ice, but we made it out alright
We sat in a circle
A makеshift seance of sorts
Headphonеs in, still searching
To be a part of it
To be a part of it
To be a part of it all