Of Monsters and Men

 don't like walking around this old and empty house,
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear,
The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake,
It's the house telling you to close your eyes.

Some days I can't even trust myself,
It's killing me to see you this way.

Cause though the truth may vary,
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.