Lyrics Bad Sound - Spook Houses

Bad Sound

Repost and softly glow
Or read silent on my own
The tried and the true
Will slowly come back to you
A gray hair older
Three weeks home
Or maybe just you’re
Making me bored
I look for comfort
In things which are not
But they will remain
All the same
They will remain
Things labeled so: «occult»:
Your dreams, your name, my note
The tried, and the true and happiness too
Will reveal themselves to you