Family Plot - Spook Houses

when i pass by that old family grave

or feel a cold wind bite

i feel safe

i’m glad to know

there’s a spot for me hidden beneath the snow

beneath the snow

on winter’s eve the leaves hit the floor and my friends go

back away somewhere to respective homes

i’m glad to know

that we call this home

back again and fine, everyone’s alright,

arizona ice with this girl of mine

now scared of sleep,

my friends will stay up all night

i’m glad to know

that we call this home

bury the hole