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{fretless bass slides and feedback loops} (mmmmm-hmm) {lo-fi
vinyl
crackle} The ceiling is quiet and still
The clock keeps spinning at will
We watch as the corridors fill,
into the night
{subtle pitch shifting synth} Because the house is full of the dead
No room for the words that we said (Yeah) the gloom is
bright Just ghost in the hallway instead
{heavy fretless bass bends} We sit with the things that remain
Like paint strokes washed out by the rain
No reason to speak of the pain,
they all take flight {glitchy tape delays}
Because the house is full of the dead
No room for the words that we said (oh yeah)
just ghost in the hallway instead
{cloned vocal echoes} We sit with the things that remain
Like paint strokes washed out by the rain
No reason to speak of the pain (they all take flight) Because
the house is full of the dead (yeah) {synth swells and bending
bass line}
{slow fade
out} (mmmmm)