Seeing Things

You can feel it by your side
When you’re coming down the stairs
You caught a watchful set of eyes
Glowing at you with a glare

Now you’re thinking about the voices
That you’re hearin’ in the night
Hear ‘em wishing ‘bout about your choices
And who you’re bringing home night

I think I saw a ghost
You’re talking to a ghost
I really hope it was a ghost
And if it wasn’t that
Honey we’ve got it bad

Now your talking to the spirits
And you’re changing your appearance
Your eyes are cold and tired
I’ve never seen you this inspired

You’re growing cold and cruel
It‘s latchin’ onto your soul
Sinkin‘ deep beneath the surface
Leaking through your epidermis

I know you’re talking to a ghost
I know you’re talking to a ghost
I don’t think it was a ghost
Now we’ve got it bad
Demon’s made its bed