My feet patter barefoot
Across the hardwood floor
As I set out crumbs for the ghosts
The doors, they squeak,
The floorboards creak,
And I hear them drawing close
When you patter barefoot
On the hardwood floor,
I'll come knocking at 12:03
There I’ll stand, a silhouette,
And wonder:
Will you set crumbs out for me?
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
My feet patter barefoot
Across the hardwood floor
As I set out crumbs for the ghosts
The doors, they squeak,
The floorboards creak,
And I hear them drawing close
When you patter barefoot
On the hardwood floor,
I'll come knocking at 12:03
There I’ll stand, a silhouette,
And wonder:
Will you set crumbs out for me?