Cold walls got me handling my Old hauls, just moving shit again Have fun on your long vacation Waltz stunned just hangin with your friends Half sounds digging in my patience Just found a little dirt in my bed A black hound, think I kinda miss it You're rarely around but I always need it It Dry air catches my breath like Old hair in the car at night and A green light shining through my window Take me tonight cause I wanna go To the place I've never been To the house in the attic To your first intervention To your ghost and your habits To the sight of the death of them And to my last visit When things seem so decadent I don't know how to face them Old house, quit bothering me Skipped town, haven't slept for weeks I feel down, take a walk round the peak again Round the peak again Round the peak again