Ghost in The House

Rock Ballad, Male, Dark, Mysterious

May 9th, 2024suno

Lyrics

[Instrumental] [Intro] [Verse 1] Cold floorboards creak, an echo in the night Shadows dance, the flickering candlelight The air is thick, a feeling hard to place A presence lingers, an unseen embrace [Riff] [Verse 2] Whispers on the wind, a sigh by the stair Doorknobs rattle, a feeling of despair Photos fall, a book tumbles down Is someone here, or just the settling sound? [Chorus] Ghost in the house, a restless soul it seems Trapped within these walls, lost in faded dreams Yearning for a touch, a voice to call their own A haunting melody, forever feels alone [Solo] [Verse 3] Footsteps on the attic, a scratching at the pane Memories stirring, whispered in the rain Is it regret they hold, or love that lingers long? A yearning for connection, a silent, mournful song [Bridge] Maybe a kind word, a touch that soothes the pain A chance to say goodbye, to ease the pouring rain Their story yet untold, a message yet unheard A final act of kindness, a whispered, gentle word [Riff] [Chorus] Ghost in the house, a restless soul it seems Trapped within these walls, lost in faded dreams Yearning for a touch, a voice to call their own A haunting melody, forever feels alone [Riff] [Verse 4] We leave a light on low, a beacon in the night A promise whispered soft, to set their spirit right One day they'll find their peace, their journey will unfold But for now, this haunted house, forever they'll hold [Verse 4] We leave a light on low, a beacon in the night A promise whispered soft, to set their spirit right One day they'll find their peace, their journey will unfold But for now, this haunted house, forever they'll hold [Verse 5] The morning light arrives, the shadows lose their hold A sense of peace descends, a story yet untold The whispers now are faint, a distant, fading sigh A flicker in the corner, a teardrop in your eye [Chorus] Ghost in the house, a restless soul it seems Trapped within these walls, lost in faded dreams Yearning for a touch, a voice to call their own A haunting melody, forever feels alone [Outro] But in the stillness, a warmth begins to bloom The ghost is comforted, no longer feels the gloom For love and kindness reach beyond the veil A gentle farewell whispered, on the fading trail

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