The creaks and groans of this old house
Echoes of the past
Shake me to my bones, keeping me awake
The soundtrack to the night
I walk these halls
Through the pale white walls
All I have is this bottle and a song
No one here to help me sing along
Turn down the lights
There's peace in lonely nights
Light the fire with newspapers of yesterday
Catch a glimpse of optimistic headlines
Going up in smoke
These old and empty rooms
Are catacombs and tombs
All I have is this bottle and a song
No one here to help me sing along
Turn down the lights
There's peace in lonely nights
Nights like these