How many times did I stare in the mirror,
convinced that there was someone else?
Over my shoulder, and drawing me nearer,
still in the end, I'm by myself.
Dancing through walls every day, every season,
like all the ghosts that came before.
Floating around, up and down, to feel something,
but now I need a little more.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Wandering around, searching for whats gone.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
So let me back into the light.

The light.

I'm the flickering light by the stairs to the attic,
your shadow and your silhouette.
In the way that you move, and the radio static,
I kiss you underneath my breath.
Now that all that I am is your haunted reflection
of all the things I missed the most.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Staying up all night, trying to find whats lost.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
So let me back into the light.
Help me back into the light.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Runnin round wondering what went wrong.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
Be your ghost, be your ghost.
So let me back into the light.
Help me back into your light...

Cause I'm the ghost flying through your house.
The moon on the frozen lake.
The wicked woods leading to your door,
and the wind as it howls your name.