Spirits

Four white horses in a line

They take you to the burying ground

On the wind, I hear you sing

When I stop, not a sound

I wanna 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

Dealin' the cards

I keep pullin' 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 goin' down

Tell me who should I call

To reach under the ground?

I hear them talkin'

As clear as I hear you

I'm just standin' in line

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