There are spirits coming to find me
They're not stopping until it's done
And I can feel them 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 going to fly
Every way I know I'm going to try
To keep you alive, to keep you alive

So take me out into the night
It was all you didn't say, and 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 going to fly


And I was on the verge to scream
When you wouldn't scream about anything