Kelly Boesch - In Here

They've got windows that face the wrong way in,
And the streetlight that burns through the day.
A hundred-foot redwood, mm-hmm,
Grown through the floor of a house where the lost people stay.
And they say if you see the spirit in the big white house,
You will fall in love and you'll never come down,
'Cause there's something about the air in here.