Your Ghost
If I walk down this hallway, tonight,It's too quiet,So I Pad through the darkand call you on the phonePush your old numbersand let your house ringtil I wake you ghost.Let him walk down your hallwayit's not this quietslide down your receiversprint across the wirefollow my numberslide into my hand.
It's the blaze across my nightgownit's the phone's ring.
I think last nightyou were driving circles around me.
I can't drink this coffeetil I put you in my closetlet him shoot me downlet him call me offI take it from his whisperyou're not that tough.