Žodžiai dainai: Sullivan. Hey, I'm A Ghost. The Charity Of Saint Elizabeth.

Cold and fever wrap disease around your neck
Here's hemostats to stop the flow of blood
Summer freckles hide the roses on your cheeks
Does heaven keep a place for her inside?
Breathe until it freezes, colors carry phantoms to theirs graves
What leaks in, will seep out, the run-off from the gutter tells the story of our child
The message in the water, the kids are going home tonight
I know the voice of orderly all too well
Call the parents on theirs cell phones
You see, they need to get get here right now, because there is an angel in the place of the boy next door
I'm afraid I've got some bad news
Something's in this room tonight, and something's in this place and I'm right here waiting
Something's in this room tonight, death has found escape and I'm right here waiting and I'm right here
Look under the bed
Stop striking matches to disguise the smell, we all know, all day all night all we hear, is blue bouncing through the walls as Madre' Santiago takes a knee and she screams to the fluorescents
All our lives for this one night
Our sleep can't hide from you
So take my dreams in place of me
I reach my hand to you
Something's in this room tonight, and something's in this place and I'm right here waiting
Something's in this room tonight, death has found escape and I'm right here waiting and I'm right here
Look under the bed
Slip through the crack, a gathering of adults, white skirts, blue-green scrubs shaking their heads
Stop pointing your fingers and making your rounds, its not going to be me, its not going to be me