Haunted House

My heart is like a haunted house There's things in there that scratch about They make their music in the night And in the day they give me such a fright My heart is like a haunted house There's things in there that scream and shout They make their music in the night Wish I could find a way to let them out, oh Do you remember winding your arm around my shoulder As we wandered 'round the hill? Now I'm in that fog forever And full collaboration with the weather 'cause I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) My heart is like a haunted house There's things in there that scratch about They make their music in the night And in the day they give me such a fright --- Haunted House - Florence + the Machine