[Intro: whispered, detuned music box, vinyl crackle] Yeah... Old house... somethin' in the walls... Heard her in my dreams... (Shhh...) [Verse 1: low Memphis flow, dark] Bought this old house, price low, felt wrong when I stepped in, First night, hear footsteps, air cold, lights dim, Shit movin' by itself, watch gone off the sink, Picture frames tilted, hear whispers when I blink, Then she came, little voice, soft in my sleep, No name, just a face, watchin' me deep, Hand on my chest, said "I got you, don't fear", Didn't know who she was, but I knew she was near. [Hook: dark choir, little girl whisper layer] Hear her, see her, in the night she roam, Don't like arguin', don't like loud in her home, Touch my wife when we fight, keep her up in bed, I tell her "it's okay baby, leave her alone" instead. [Chorus 1: aggressive Memphis phonk flow] She protect me in my dreams when I sleep, Little feet pitter patter down the hallway creep, She don't like her when we fight, make her toss and weep, I say "it's okay mama, let her go to sleep", It ain't normal to hear the dead, see the dead, But I can and they hate that I can see . [Verse 2: laid back but cold] Me and my wife get loud, house get tense, Air get heavy, feel it on the fence, She try to sleep after, but she can't rest, Somethin' pokin' at her, pressin' on her chest, She jump up "baby, somethin' touchin' me!", I look up, little girl lookin' straight at me, Ain't evil, just loyal, guardin' her protector, I wave her off like " chill, leave her alone, you can". [Chorus 2: more aggressive, ad-libs] She protect me in my dreams when I sleep (sleep), Little feet pitter patter down the hallway creep (creep), She don't like her when we fight, make her toss and weep (weep), I say "it's okay mama, let her go to sleep" (shhh), It ain't normal to hear the dead, see the dead, But I can and they hate that I can see the dead. [Verse 3: deeper, reflective] It ain't normal, I know, I'm used to it now, See 'em in the hall, see 'em lookin' out, Some just wander, some get mad when I stare, They know I see 'em, they feel me there, She died in this house, this her home still, She picked me, she claimed me, that's real still, Wife don't get it, but I get the bond, This house ain't empty, we not alone. [Chorus 3: full energy, choir ad-libs] She protect me in my dreams when I sleep, Little feet pitter patter down the hallway creep, She don't like her when we fight, make her toss and weep, I say "it's okay mama, let her go to sleep", It ain't normal to hear the dead, see the dead, But I can and they hate that I can see the dead. [Outro: music box slowing, little girl whisper] It's okay... leave her alone... Go back to sleep... I got you...
