For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture

Somebody to love One day in the life of the lonely What do they need One night in the life of the lonely What did they see Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself Holy father, holy ghost Another day on the round about There's a miracle on the screen

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these

Forever, forever, forever (forever, forever, forever) Can you see me longing for you forever, forever? Can you hear me say your name forever? Would you let me touch your soul forever? This is the moment of just letting go (This is the moment of just

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

We're not who we used to be Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more

Ride slow (Ayy) Ride slow, like a ghost I'm pullin' up at 3 This car just ain't the same without you here next to me All I wanna do is ride slow (Ayy) We been goin' back and forth, you think I only want sex Of course I want it, look at you but that ain't

Weave us of mist Hide us in shadows You know that the fog is here omnipresent A secular haze You know that his son is near omnipotent Come mist eternal When the diseaser sees no cure When the intents remain obscure

I am all eyes I am all ears I am the wall And I'm watching you fall Because faith is mine! There is a scourge in the guise of sanctity A perpetrator with a quill Although it's Not perceived and although it’s not mystery