Curtains swaying, windows closed Ghost of the wind knocking at my door Is that you checking on me Bring the fire to set me free
Chill my body make it cold Warm me up and let me go I hear voices in the air Its too strange no one's ever there
Little drummer play my march Bring your beat, drown out the dark Ghosts walking above my grave The cold washing souls away
Chill my body make it cold Warm me up and let me go I hear voices in the air Its too strange no one's ever there
Why question the only questions I already know the answers to So I wish I could count quietly In a crowded room until it was empty We were the only ones standing there In another time, another life, another place And the only thing one could hear was the soft whisper of 4, 3, 2
Why question the only questions I already know the answers to So I wish I could count quietly In a crowded room until it was empty We were the only ones standing there In another time, another life, another place And the only thing one could hear was the soft whisper of 4, 3, 2
