Here where the spirits have lease Deep in your walls where your memories hang And all of those things you have seen Regarding the doors they won't let you inside. So turn back from the tide And light the fires to the wayward signs. And I'm walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let's get out of here. You let the city crowd your mind Open your eyes let the light pour out You'll be surprised what you'd find in the harrowing old halls of an empty house. So turn back from the tide And light the fires to the wayward signs And I'm walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let's get out of here. And I'm walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let's get out of here. And I'm walking these harrowing streets, the stones are burning the soles of my feet and I sing hallelujah my god, let's get out of here. Oh my god, let's get out of here