Yellow House

I've buried a coffin in the backyard of this new house
in it has all the dirty secrets of the past
Every night they crawl out knocking on my window
rising from below, a thousand zombies I must kill
a thousand moments I need to dig a hole for.

I'm confined in this new house
waiting for the day they finally decay, then I can enjoy this new home
when all these dirty secrets are dead
I can finally dance to the beating of the present
and I can finally stop running away.

I've got a coffin in the backyard
I've buried myself

I've got a secret
that I've died a long time ago.