You let in the ghost of her
Now I see it everywhere
Take your body back
But oh oh please leave me the fear

Loneliness is in the air
Even the birds are in pairs
I can hear it in their peeping
Oh, what a feeling

And I get the strangest feeling
When I float up to the ceiling
All the blubbering and moans come
From my body down below

They'll come in twos
Follow when I lean my tomb
I can hear it in their peeping
Oh, what a feeling

They'll take whatever they want
And they'll have whatever they want
And they'll take whatever they want
Swing a broom, bat them out

And they'll have whatever they want
Trash can lids aren't shields enough
And they'll come whenever they want
At quiet times, times for us

And they'll come whenever they want