I would've died
 Just to hear voices
 Just to see faces
 I was so alone

 I went deep
 Into my graveyards
 Found my ghosts there
 They're with me still

 I can't do this, I can't do that
 I can't believe I go so fat
 At least ghosts are [bad word]  I can't believe it is so cold
 I should get up before I get old
 And then I'll change my ways
 Before my ways change me

 I was afraid
 Afraid of the emptiness
 Afraid of the silence
 Afraid of my ghosts
 Now they're here
 We can share laughter
 Talk about old times
 It's not so bad

 Now the world
 Is suddenly wonderful
 And I think: 
 Hey, I can live here again
 Well these ghosts
 They will not leave me
 But they're the [bad word]  That I've ever had