I know this girl; everyone just dies when she rolls her eyes
She's so mainstream; she's so punk rock
And when we're hanging out she keeps us on the clock
I know this guy; he used to get so stoned
Maybe he'll grow up, maybe he'll drop dead
Maybe he only lived inside my head, singing
Do you hear me now? Do you see me now?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?
Do you feel me now? Could we touch somehow?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?
Ow!
I know this girl; she still asks me questions sometimes
So inquisitive; so superlative
So in love with the life that she lives
I know this guy - you know, I think he needs to get loose
He's so low-down; he's so uptight
He combing through his days and nights looking for proof, singing
Do you hear me now? Do you see me now?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?
Do you feel me now? Could we touch somehow?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?
Up all night just floating along with you
Oh what's a poor ghost to do?
Up all night just floating along with you
Oh what's a poor ghost to
Do you hear me now? Do you see me now?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?
Do you feel me now? Could we touch somehow?
Am I just a ghost in the machine?