It was the summer of '89, I fell in love and I learned to drive. Me and Becky didn't waste no time, went zero to 65 one night. Being young was getting old, we were heading down a dead end road.
Digging graves in my living room. Red roses in full bloom. A hanging lamp floats down the hall. . I believe in ghosts. Though ghosts I never see. Ghosts are in my house.