Benjo Lyrics

Summer came and went without us noticing

These wasted years without a song to sing

Our only child, more gone than she was ever here

Maybe all these hallways lead to the same place always

But they might as well all end at Hell

If you think I'll ever reenter that room

For all we know now there's an active ghost

And more than just our residual doom

And maybe now a family of raccoons

You know, even new this house was shitty

I'd say even for the 1960s

It has been a curse I wake anew to every day

On a nicer evening, I can almost see the ceiling

But the mist is think, maybe the ghosts are sick

And no good light is ever in this tomb

Maybe yesterday's more than a day away

If Death himself can even find this room

With all those boxes packed tight like a womb