Spirits

Four white horses in a line
Take you to the burying ground
On the wind I hear you sing
When I stop not a sound

I want to go back
But the page has been burned
When are you coming home
I won’t ever learn

Too many spirits
In this house now
Too many spirits
In my head
Too many spirits
In that bottle
All I do is speak with the dead

The place where you used to laugh
Is empty now
Standing vacant
Hollowed out

Dealing the cards
I keep pulling the tower
They say you won’t know the day now
I say you won’t know the hour

Too many spirits
In this house now
Too many spirits
In my head
Too many spirits
In that bottle
All I do is speak with the dead

There were three who held me up
Three going down
Tell me who should I call
To reach under the ground

I hear them talking
As clear as I hear you
I'm standing in line
Going to see you soon

Too many spirits
In this house now
Too many spirits
In my head
Too many spirits
In that bottle
All I do is speak with the dead

Too many spirits
In this house now
Too many spirits
In my head
Too many spirits
In that bottle
All I do is speak with the dead