From the recording The Ghost
Lyrics
You befriended the Ghost,
that lives upstairs in my attic,
I thought you should know how he tugs on
My ankle with a painful grip
at night
sometimes
Erode away, like peeling paint you go
Believe the whispers in your ear,
each secret so dear
But if it were,
then how come he told me first
I wish I knew
What I'm saying to you
The seasons changed
& so did I
The hauntings seemed to cease at night
So I cleaned the webs that I kept upstairs
& I saw you there
Guess the year has made me skeptical
Cause sometimes I feel incredible
Good luck with what you took upon yourself,
& I don't wanna talk but I'll wish you well
May the moments in your life
teach you what they should
give you what you need
But I wish I'd known
You'd become the Ghost
too
