^Music >> Holy ghost, ^Singing make a sound. I'm so ^{Music and singing} close breaking down. And all my expression is lost ^{Music and singing} and to be found by you. I turn my calls into the ^Singing night. >> ^Music >> I'm a songbird nowhere to fly. And in my ^{Music and singing} dreams I play in worlds I fantasize to be true. >> It hits me then it goes. >> I'm alive back on the phone. It's the sound of my soul. The thief of my sleep for 100 years ^Music too long. But every time I wake, and then the lights it takes away like a ghost ^Music behind the door. >> Somewhere along this lonely road I got lost ^Music but ^Singing the lines don't touch my door. The further >> I think inside, I'm thrown out like ^Singing a bone to you. It's the sound ^Music of my soul. The thief of >> my sleep for 100 years too long. But every I wake, ^Music it's the life that slips away, like the ghost behind it all. >> It's the sound of my soul. For the dogs ^Music that bark and follow every life I've walked down, but every time ^Music I wake, it's the life that slips away, like the ghost behind it all. I speak the tongue >> of a time long gone. I see the messages that tell ^{Music and singing} me when I'm wrong. I am following the beat of your heart that goes on ringing ^Music through. The thief ^Music of my sleep for 100 years too long, every time I wake, it's the life ^Music that slips away, >> ^Singing >> Like a ghost behind it all. Like a ghost ^Music behind it all. Like a ghost ^Singing behind it all. Like a ghost ^Music behind it all.