Ghosts - ON AN ON

There are spirits coming to find me

They’re not stopping until it’s done

And I can feel them taking me over

I can see them from fifty-six miles away

But I can’t hear what they’re saying

They gotta believe me that I’ll never forget you

Every day the ghosts are going to fly

Every way I know I’m going to try

To keep you alive, to keep you alive

So take me out into the night

It was all you didn’t say, and had no fight

I was on the verge to scream

When you wouldn’t scream about anything

I don’t want to be your stupid fling or your magazine

That you look and turn the pages

Of someone else that you’ll never love

Every day the ghosts are going to fly

And I was on the verge to scream

When you wouldn’t scream about anything