In this country at any given time
There are two million empty houses
And one of them once was mine
There were twelve million spirits drifting
In twelve million empty rooms
Waving their ghostly arms at the stars
And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon
Yeah they claw at the air and they scream
But they don't make a sound
Should've exercised the demons and their secrets
While they were 'round
Chorus
Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around
All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house
Everything is falling to pieces and its just as well
Because every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell
verse 2 (Same as verse 1)
Outro
So you might find yourself drifting
Like a ghosts inside empty house after empty house
Looking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell