Verse 1
Don't turn on the radio
Lock the doors and then you'll go away
Burn the bridge and don't look back
Think about the things we had back then
 
Verse 2
The trees the woods they make their sounds
The wind she knows you're not around
They told me stories of what they've seen
You're creeping you're creeping you're creeping slowly
Bridge
Oh I know you had to go
Leave this haunted house we built
On the hill where we'll buried
Give it a week will be a cemetery
I will stay and watch it burn
Turn around here those six words