[Verse] In a house on the hill, with the windows boarded tight, Shadows dance and swirl in the pale moonlight. I step on the porch, and the door creaks back, Hoping for some spirits, ready for a spectral track. [Verse 2] Through the hallways I glide, where the whispers grow faint, Echoes of the past, like an eerie, ghostly faint. Spiders spin their silk, where memories reside, In the corners of the rooms, where secrets never hide. [Chorus] Haunted harmony, I'm searching for you, With the ghosts of the night, and the shadows too. Footsteps tap-tap, like a vinyl's crack, In this spectral space, there's no turning back.
