Ghosts of Old - Lyrics - Band Of Annuals

The story is pressed onto sheets of paper Yellow now, by the years and low haunting failure (?) The paint is peeling off this old house The ghosts that linger here of husband and spouse The fairytale has come to an abrupt end Packing all of their things and leavin' as friends The couch is worn down When you sit, you sink right to the ground And the walls are silent now I don't hear a thing Not a single sound The paint is peeling off this old house The ghosts that linger here of husband and spouse The fairytale has come to an abrupt end Packing all of their things and leavin' as friends The storybooks were false they all did lie (?) The *** that you were spoon fed Just close your eyes and pretend that you're alright The sun is setting, the day is almost over