Everytime I think of you I feel the coldest chill I think about your great escape An artist with expert sk**s It's painful when you're not around But it's bound to change You're the ghost And empty are these hands You're the ghost There's no turning back No turning back Everytime these lights go out I'm in this fire drill With bloodshot eyes I stand on guard This room is quiet and still I was never one to lay any blame For the story's the same You're the ghost And empty are these hands You're the ghost There's no turning back There's no turning back You're the ghost And empty are these hands You're the ghost There's no turning back Yeah there's no turning back Oh there's no turning back There's no turning