Noah (Ghost In a Sheet)

There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind

There's nobody out there and nobody getting in

I hope that happiness finds its way to your little houseCause while you were sleeping

I, I played a ghost in a sheet

When our frames collide

There's nothing left to beThere's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to pour

You get so much there you weary yourself thin

I hope that happiness finds its way to your little houseCause while you were sleeping

I, I played a ghost in a sheet

When our frames collide

There's nothing left to beThe skeletal wings of birds, I'll take the stairs

The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet

The forecast is going down a storm, a storm