| I don’t like walking around this old and empty house | 
| So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear | 
| The stairs creak as I sleep | 
| It’s keeping me awake | 
| It’s the house telling you to close your eyes | 
| Some days I can’t even trust myself | 
| It’s killing me to see you this way | 
| Cause though the truth may vary | 
| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore | 
| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey! | 
| The screams all sound the same — Hey! | 
| Though the truth may vary | 
| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore | 
| There’s an old voice in my head | 
| That’s holding me back | 
| Well tell her that I miss our little talks | 
| Soon it will all be over and buried with our past | 
| We used to play outside when we were young | 
| And full of life and full of love | 
| Some days I don’t know if, wrong or right | 
| My mind is playing tricks on me again | 
| Cause though the truth may vary | 
| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore | 
| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey! | 
| The screams all sound the same — Hey! | 
| Though the truth may vary | 
| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore | 
| You’re gone, gone, gone away | 
| I watched you disappear | 
| All that’s left is a ghost of you | 
| Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart | 
| There’s nothing we can do | 
| Just let me go, we’ll meet again so soon | 
| Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around | 
| I’ll see you when I fall asleep | 
| Don’t listen to a word I say — Hey! | 
| The screams all sound the same — Hey! | 
| Though the truth may vary | 
| This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore |