Lyrics
Four white horses in a line
That 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 just standing in line
I'm gonna 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
WRITERS
Pete Bernhard
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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