Location

I am starting to sense your location You are somewhere in the attic Looking something close to tragic Dating t-shirts and your mattress I'm floating on the stairwell With my toes grazed in the cedar Thinking softly would a tender box leave them in And what a flammable heart I've been given You could be in several different places I am sensing your location I am starting to sense your location You are somewhere in the basement Beating on a makeshift drum kit Songs that I can hardly stomach I'm floating on the stairwell With my fingers shaking frantic Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in And what a ice box heart I've been given You could be in several different places I am sensing your location You could be in several different places I am starting to sense your locale now I am to starting to sense your location In an alternate dimension In a country side of England Spirits trapped inside the linens And you're feeling quite at home there Also feeling somewhat lonely No one sees you in your pixelated fish nets And your black and orange beret You could be in several different places I am sensing your location You could be in several different places I am starting to sense your locale now Oh please believe the ghost in me Is doing what I can to find you out