I am just a vacancy
Sitting on an empty beach
And surrounded by the sun
Never touching anyone
Oh, but anyone can see
The moon is chasing me
And you sold it to yourself
When you're wide awake
Such a spoiled little boy
Never share your little toys
Throwing stones and making noise
So afraid of fathers voice
Oh, but anyone can see
Each wound is shaping me
'Cause you have 'em to yourself
When you're wide awake
I'm gonna tell you why
I'd never even bother
This may not be right
No need to tell your father
'Cause there's always a lighthouse
There's always
And the ghosts come out tonight
And they're wide awake
Yeah, the ghosts come out tonight
And they're wide awake