

Out past the mill
where the creek runs black
Stood a house with no door and no way back
I found a lantern still burning low
Lit by hands that the earth swallowed whole (mmmm)
The dead don't rest,
they only wait
Behind the latch of a rusted gate (ohhh)
Ghost town,
hollow bone
Every grave has a story of its own
Ghost town, the cold wind calls
Secrets carved into crumbling walls
(ahhh, ahhh)
An old man spoke at the crossroads bend
Said some debts ain't settled 'til the bitter end
He named the ones who were taken young
By the hex that hangs where the hemlock's hung (mmmm)
The dead don't rest,
they only wait
Behind the latch of a rusted gate (ohhh)
Ghost town,
hollow bone
Every grave has a story of its own
Ghost town, the cold wind calls
Secrets carved into crumbling walls
(ahhh, ahhh)
They say the devil don't take what ain't freely given
But the names on that stone weren't the ones still living
(ohhh... ohhh)
Ghost town,
hollow bone
Every grave has a story of its own
Ghost town, the cold wind calls
Secrets carved into crumbling walls (ahhh...
ahhh...
mmmm)
(mmmm...
mmmm)