Locked Out Lyrics - Singles - Freelance Whales

I am starting to sense your location 

You are somewhere in the attic 

Looking something close to tragic 

Knitting t-shirts and your mattress 

I'm floating on the stairwell 

With my toes grazing the cedar 

Thinking softly what a tinder box we live in 

And what a flammable heart I've been given 

You could be in several different places 

I am sensing your location 

I am starting to sense your location 

You are somewhere in the basement 

Beating on a makeshift drum kit 

Songs that I can hardly stomach 

I'm floating on the stairwell 

With my fingers shaking frantic 

Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in 

And what a ice box heart I've been given 

You could be in several different places 

I am sensing your location 

You could be in several different places 

I am starting to sense your locale now 

I am to starting to sense your location 

In in an old abandoned mansion 

In a country side of England 

Spirits trapped inside the linens 

And you're feeling quite at home there 

Also feeling somewhat lonely 

No one sees you in your pixelated fish nets 

And your black and orange beret 

You could be in several different places 

I am sensing your location 

You could be in several different places 

I am starting to sense your locale now 

Oh please believe the ghost in me 

Is doing what I can to find you out