There are spirits coming to find me They're not stopping until it's done And I can feel them taking me over I can see them from fifty-six miles away But I can't hear what they're saying They gotta believe me that I'll never forget you Every day the ghosts are going to fly Every way I know I'm going to try To keep you alive, to keep you alive So take me out into the night It was all you didn't say, and had no fight I was on the verge to scream When you wouldn't scream about anything I don't want to be your stupid fling or your magazine That you look and turn the pages Of someone else that you'll never love Every day the ghosts are going to fly And I was on the verge to scream When you wouldn't scream about anything