Ghosts

Ghosts in the middle of the night are walking
Ghosts in the middle of the night are talking, to me
Sharing their daydreams about life
Right now
How come they always disappear?
Ghosts in the middle of the night are cooking
Ghosts in the middle of the night are
Laughing at me
With their tattoos and blue scars and big skies now
So how come they always disappear?
Ghosts in the middle of the night are crawling
Ghosts in the middle of the night are
Feeling like they should
All run around and try to find a better time
A piece of mind
That’s why they always
That’s why they always, re-appear
Guess they found another way
Guess they were not afraid
Guess they found another way
And they were not afraid