The sounds of the hungry ghost
My own voice trailing down your hall
I try to turn and run like hell
But there's something in the way
I can't wake and I cannot sleep
Dreams run wild down empty streets
Lights flicker in and out of time
I'm in and out of time
To believe I'm a part of you
A morphine drip in my own sick ward
A shadow on an empty wall
A kiss caught in the wind