Brittle bones and grey hair
Waiting to be taken down a flight of stares
Light airplanes on a tarmac
You take them there, you take them back
You won't dust us under the rug
No we are the ghosts you think of
In a hope that you lack of
And you won't dig us under the ground
No we are that faithful sound
And to nowhere we are bound
And in a thoughtful duel
Between two thoughtless fools
Now the drunk's stooping over his bar stool
In a pool of blood
A pool
You won't dust us under the rug
No we are the ghosts you think of
In a hope that you lack of
And you won't dig us under the ground
No we are that faithful sound
And to no one we are bound
We will not, we will not, we will not go away
We will not, we will not, we will not stay
We will not, we will not, we will not go away
We will not, we will not, we will not stay
Stay
You won't dust us under the rug
No we are the ghosts you think of
In a hope that you lack of
And you won't dig us under the ground
No we are that faithful sound
And to nowhere we are bound