Curtains swaying, windows closed

Ghost of the wind knocking at my door

Is that you checking on me

Bring the fire to set me free



Chill my body make it cold

Warm me up and let me go

I hear voices in the air

Its too strange no one's ever there



Little drummer play my march

Bring your beat, drown out the dark

Ghosts walking above my grave

The cold washing souls away



Chill my body make it cold

Warm me up and let me go

I hear voices in the air

Its too strange no one's ever there



Why question the only questions

I already know the answers to

So I wish I could count quietly

In a crowded room until it was empty

We were the only ones standing there

In another time, another life, another place

And the only thing one could hear was the soft

whisper of

4, 3, 2



Why question the only questions

I already know the answers to

So I wish I could count quietly

In a crowded room until it was empty

We were the only ones standing there

In another time, another life, another place

And the only thing one could hear was the soft

whisper of

4, 3, 2