Alone at last but I'm a ghost when I'm with you I walk through walls, I glow and float around the room You won't believe your eyes, but it's always this way I'm in over my head, so it's probably best if you walk away
To keep you all to myself, that ain't right.
You're a weight on my halo I wanna sniff in the air as something to be proud of And that weight brings out the pack-rat in me Cos I've got seventy-eight organs but I want eighty-three I'm my brothers keeper I keep her away from her hope-chest Cos I wouldn't build her up before slinging her down