little

Alexa-Hey, hey, hey
I 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
And some days I can't even dress 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