[Verse 1] Three stories rise on a cliff of stone, Where the restless come to be alone. The ocean crashes, the black waves climb, The wind keeps whispering, “You're out of time.” Lost souls stand at the edge below, With buried thoughts they can't let go. While three dark windows watch them pass, And pale eyes flicker behind the glass. [Chorus] Welcome to the house that haunts the sea, Where the lost meet what they used to be. Three floors of shadows, three souls trapped inside, And the ocean keeps calling from the other side. The cliffs hold secrets the waves can't keep, The house knows the promises buried deep. Come inside, leave the world behind, But beware what waits when the clock strikes three. [Verse 2] On the first floor, a child stands still, Golden hair and a heart gone chill. Eight years old in a faded dress, A silent portrait of loneliness. She never speaks, she never cries, Just glowing embers where there should be eyes. She sees your secrets, your soul laid bare, And knows every sorrow you carry there. You turn to leave, but she tilts her head, Her little hand rises against the glass. Her lips stay sealed, yet you hear your name, And nothing inside will ever be the same. [Chorus] Welcome to the house that haunts the sea, Where the lost meet what they used to be. Three floors of shadows, three souls trapped inside, And the ocean keeps calling from the other side. [Verse 3] The second floor smells of tobacco smoke, An old man tinkers, his tools bespoke. “Come lend a hand, there's work to do. I've waited all night to spend time with you.” The clock chimes once, then twice again, He smiles and tightens a rusty chain. But three rings echo through the night, His crooked grin becomes a frightening sight. His spine bends backward, his fingers grow, Red eyes ignite as the cold winds blow. The man is gone, the beast is free, And at three in the morning, it comes for thee. [Verse 4] The third floor glows with a bathroom light, A woman fights time alone each night. In her late forties, she pulls at her skin, Searching for the girl she once had been. She paints her lips, hides every line, “Give me my youth, turn back the time.” But every mirror shows a different face, An older stranger stealing her place. She scrubs till the water turns black as coal, Begging the glass to restore her soul. Then her reflection smiles, though she does not, “Your face is mine. Your time is gone.” [Bridge] Three ghosts, three floors, three broken lives, Three different ways a soul survives. The child sees truth, the old man decays, The woman fights time as it steals her days. Down on the cliffs, the lost souls stand, With fading hope in each trembling hand. The sea calls softly, the cold winds sigh, While hungry windows watch from high. What if the child knows why they came? What if the house remembers each name? What if it doesn't want them dead, But wants their ghosts to live instead? [Breakdown - Whispered] One floor for the secrets you keep... One floor for the promises you couldn't keep... One floor for the face time stole... The cliffs for the weight of a weary soul... One... two... three... [Final Chorus] Welcome to the house that haunts the sea, Where the lost find what they're not meant to see. Three floors of shadows, three souls trapped inside, And the ocean keeps calling from the other side. The child watches with eyes of flame, The beast upstairs begins the game. The woman screams at the face in the glass, While the cliffs remember the souls who passed. You came to the edge just to think for a while, Now the little girl watches, wearing your smile. [Outro - Whispered] Three stories rise where the cold cliffs fall, Three ghosts are waiting behind the walls. The ocean keeps calling, the clock keeps time... And the house has room for one more mind. “Would you like to come upstairs?” [Three clock chimes. Waves crash. Silence.]
