ghosts

There are spirits coming to find me;
They're not stopping until it's done.
And I can feel 'em taking me over...

I can see them, from fifty-six miles away,
But I can't hear what they're saying.
They gotta believe me, that I'll never forget you!

Every day the ghosts are gonna fly;
Every way I know I'm gonna try
To keep you alive, to keep you alive!

Take me out into the night.
It was all you didn't say, you had no fight.

I was on the verge to scream
When you wouldn't scream about anything!
I don't want to be your stupid fling, or your magazine
That you look and turn the pages of--
Someone else that you'll never love!

Every day, the ghosts are gonna fly...

'Cause I was on the verge to scream,
When you wouldn't scream about anything...