Fold your clothes Leave the dishes We're running out of time Grandfather clock Is in the hallway And it ain't ever seem like mine My mother's mother And my father's dad Walked the same floorboards Where I stand Dust is piling on family photographs If walls could talk they'd tell me this Shut your ghosts in the closet And keep that broken chair against the door You can sit there when you're feeling honest I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm I pray they hear when I sound the alarm Clocking in Just to sit and look at my reflection Staring back Oh God I think I have a headache TV screens of people that I'll never meet The walls are screaming back at me Shut your ghosts in the closet And keep that broken chair against the door You can sit there when you're feeling honest I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm I pray they hear when I sound the alarm Shut your ghosts in the closet And keep that broken chair against the door You can sit there when you're feeling honest I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm I pray they hear when I sound the alarm