You let in the ghost of her Now I see it everywhere Take your body back But oh oh please leave me the fear
Loneliness is in the air Even the birds are in pairs I can hear it in their peeping oh what a feeling
And I get the strangest feeling When I float up to the ceiling All the blubbering and moans come From my body down below
They'll come in twos Follow when I lean my tomb I can hear it in their peeping Oh what a feeling
They'll take whatever they want And they'll have whatever they want And they'll take whatever they want Swing a broom, bat them out And they'll have whatever they want Trash can lids aren't shields enough And they'll come whenever they want At quiet times, times for us and they'll come whenever they want