Fold your clothes
Leave the dishes
We're running out of time
Grandfather clock
Is in the hallway
And it ain't ever seem like mine

My mother's mother
And my father's dad
Walked the same floorboards
Where I stand
Dust is piling on family photographs
If walls could talk they'd tell me this

Shut your ghosts in the closet
And keep that broken chair against the door
You can sit there when you're feeling honest
I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm
I pray they hear when I sound the alarm

Clocking in
Just to sit and look at my reflection
Staring back
Oh God I think I have a headache
TV screens of people that I'll never meet
The walls are screaming back at me

Shut your ghosts in the closet
And keep that broken chair against the door
You can sit there when you're feeling honest
I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm
I pray they hear when I sound the alarm

Shut your ghosts in the closet
And keep that broken chair against the door
You can sit there when you're feeling honest
I'm so cold inside but outside feels so warm
I pray they hear when I sound the alarm