We roll in slow
Black case, white gloves
Salt on the floor
And a box of gloves
Your face goes pale
At the hallway stain
But I know that mark
It remembers names
Hear it under the drain
Hear it under the wall
It’s old as smoke
It’s tall as grief
It knows us all
Whispering spirits, call our name
Whispering spirits, break the frame
We trace the past in a circle of light
We hunt tomorrow in the same cold night
Whispering spirits, don’t go far
We’re on the line, we know who you are
Old attic dust
New camera glare
A child’s shoe print
On the stairs up there
You ask me why
I still come back
Some doors stay shut
But they still crack
Hear it under the drain
Hear it under the wall
It’s old as smoke
It’s tall as grief
It knows us all
Whispering spirits, call our name
Whispering spirits, break the frame
We trace the past in a circle of light
We hunt tomorrow in the same cold night
Whispering spirits, don’t go far
We’re on the line, we know who you are
Past in the dust
Future in frost
Names in the glass
And the years we lost
If you lean in close
You can hear the thread
What was not done
What must be said
Whispering spirits, call our name
Whispering spirits, break the frame
We trace the past in a circle of light
We hunt tomorrow in the same cold night
Whispering spirits, don’t go far
We’re on the line, we know who you are
Whispering spirits, call our name
Whispering spirits, break the frame
