Тексты песни «Your Ghost»

If I walk down this hallway tonight It's too quiet So I pad through the dark And call you on the phone Push your old numbers And let your house ring Til I wake your ghost Let him walk down your hallway It's not this...

November's here, its all a long and sad parade You speak no more; you sit so still, it is your will And when I ask for reasons you answer with your eyes Well, nothing last forever; this is goodbye Now the memories...

She's into the paranormal Black cats, and the occult Her parents put her in an institution To control her mind They never listened, they never cared When they did, they got scared I hope I will talk to her again,...

If I walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet So I pad through the dark and call you on the phone Push your old numbers and let your house ring 'Til I wake your ghost Let him walk down your hallway It's not this...

Every once a while I see your ghost by my side Every once a while I see your ghost by my side Go, be alright till you know Be alright till you've gone Be alright till you know Ohhhh! Ohh! Every day go by I see your...

your ghost was loud yeah, it was onto you and it it got you down no way i could get through so i just shut out the noises of those ghosts and held my ears to mute the voices of the cold and i i watched them talk till...

You ghost visits every night at midnight I can hear the clanking of your chains First it frightened me but now somehow I'm glad to see you've come again And i used to be so terrified to hear you Moaning like the hinges...

Our hearts sealing all our fate I hear words that sound like you They stay with me, they're not true Make them make up with you And yes, he is my only thought He now lives here mostly I asked him alone I'm missing...

Our hearts sealing all our fate I hear words that sound like you They stay with me, they're not true Make them make up with you And yes, he is my only thought He now lives here mostly I asked him alone I'm missing...

(as sung by Kristin Hersh and Michael Stipe) If I walk down this hallway Tonight it's too quiet So I head through the dark And call you on the phone Push your old numbers And let your house ring Till I wake a ghost...

If I walk down this hallway Tonight, it's too quiet So I pad through the dark And call you on the phone Push your old numbers And let your house ring Till I wake your ghost Let him walk down your hallway It's not that...

Your ghost is haunting the alleyways Pacing the tracks where you tread Seeking the solace of sleep Maybe you don't know you're dead Witness the worst of your history only to chase it again Discreet but curiously...

Your ghost, a white candle in this night Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars Your voice, thin as...

Last night I looked for you But, you could not be found I felt your ghost in my room Dancing all around And I tried to talk to you But, there was no reply I sat up shaking in my bed And then I cried I can't explain it...