Haunt My Existence by Birds of Passage Lyrics

Gotta leave this place
There are ghosts at every corner
Haunt my existence
Haunt my existence

Gotta pack up my things
Dress warm my angels
Can’t find the money
To fix that old neck

So i’ll leave that old thing behind

But that won’t stop the singing
The music
Won’t stop the whispers
Come out my mouth

My angels go to sleep
And wake up with it still
And with my angels
Fill the night air with whispers
With whispers