Ghosts
There are ghosts in here
Late at night they move around
Sometimes when they get near
They call to me without a sound
Please, please, don't forget me now
Shine the spotlight down
How we think we've got it made
On every head a crown
In this drunken masquerade
And everyone's greatest fear is to flicker and to fade
Is it all just a moment in time
With no reason or rhyme
Sometimes, you feel so far away from here
Still, it's clear I have no cause to feel forsaken
Sometimes, I could use some inspiration
There are ghosts in here
Late at night they move around
Sometimes when they get near
They call to me without a sound
Please, please
Please, please, don't forget me now
Writer/s: John Patrick McFarland, Scott Kenneth Menefee
