Your Ghost

Like moths to a flame We're drawn to the light Like kids to a seance Holding our hands as we watch the glass spin And I felt so cold, and I felt so empty But I felt the spirit inside Coming up to the surface Coming through in the white of your eyes Y

Your Ghost If I walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet So I pad through the dark and call you on the phone Push your old numbers and let your house ring Till I wake your ghost Let him walk down your hallway It's not this quiet Slide down your