Please don't go cold on me please don't go cold on me You've still got a hold on me you've still got a hold on me Everything that I said, everything that i said Ain't worth a hair upon your head A hair upon your head This feeling has a home A ghost town to it's own i want to be alone But being alone won't leave me alone I don't want to haunt you, no i don't I'm starin at the sun I'm starin at a gun When your bull its are gone let me be your chosen 1 Punch the wall, punch the wall No it don't hurt at all I get ghost cell phone calls No it dont hurt at all This feeling has a home A ghost town to it's own I want to be alone But being alone won't leave me alone I don't want to haunt you, no i don't Let the quiet do the work Let the quiet do the work Let it be your knife and fork Yeah let the quiet do the work