Lyrics

The floors always creak with the footsteps of people come and gone
The walls seem to speak the secrets of those come before me
And I hear the groaning of a rocking chair. One that I've never owned
Following me, always, the whispers down below:

Come find us. We are here
Come find us. We are near

Laughter echoes through the halls neither taunting nor comforting me
Am I going crazy or is there something beyond what I can see?
Has my loneliness taking over me? Am I even alone at all?
Beckoning as always, the whispers down below:

Come find us. We are here
Come find us. We are near...