In this house there aren't ghosts
Vultures flew in the sky
So many photos filling the frames
There aren't many trophies
And even though I carry you in my blood
It hurts to feel you so far away
We have to be really strong
Tired of thinking about it
To have one last drink with you
I've already lived what I could live
Sorry that I have to go
At night, I conquer the silence
And the absence of noise creates a void
Sorry that I have to go
Sorry that I have to go
In this house there aren't ghosts
They're a thousand feelings