This House Songtext

von The Graveyard Boulevard

There's no one living in the living room
But there are noises up the stairs.
There's something waiting in the dark, but whom.
Unholy shivers through the air.
The curtains close off any light outside.
The dust had settled long ago.
A touch of evil found it's place to hide,
Down the halls where none will go.

Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark within.
Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark as sin.

This old house has a mind of it's own.
This old house is built of blood and stone.
There are whispers but all are now gone.
You can knock, but no body's home.

There could be bones there in the fireplace,
Amongst the ashes and the wood.
Is there something in the attic space,
Best left alone for your own good.
And on occasion when the night is cool,
Underneath a hazy moon,
An old piano in an upstairs den
Plays all alone a haunting tune.

Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark within.
Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark as sin.

This old house has a mind of it's own.
This old house is built of blood and stone.
There are whispers but all are now gone.
You can knock, but no body's home.

This old house has a mind of it's own.
This old house is Hell become home.
There are whispers but all are now gone.
You can knock, but no body's home.

Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark as sin.
Knock, knock, let me in.
Here, it's cold and dark within.

This old house has a mind of it's own.
This old house is Hell become home.
There are whispers but all are now gone.
You can knock, but no body's home.

This old house has stories to tell.
This old house is home become Hell.
On the gounds near the old wishing well,
Reads a sign that says it's for sale.