Storm rolls in
To my hometown
The sky turned black
The sirens sound
And the house we grew up in is gone up in flames
All the pictures are broken, falling out of their frames
There's my friend in the corner, and the little girl said,
"All my memories are haunted
There's a ghost in my bed"
Moms scream names
Them kids gone now
Dads searching
Crying out
And the house we grew up in is gone up in flames
All the pictures are broken, falling out of their frames
There's my friend in the corner, and the little girl said,
"All my memories are haunted
There's a ghost in my bed"