You let in the ghost of her
Now I see it everywhere
Take your body back
But oh oh please leave me the fear

Loneliness is in the air
Even the birds are in pairs
I can hear it in their peeping
oh what a feeling

And I get the strangest feeling
When I float up to the ceiling
All the blubbering and [bad word] From my body down below
 [bad word] in twos
Follow when I lean my tomb
I can hear it in their peeping
Oh what a feeling

They'll take whatever they want
And they'll have whatever they want
And they'll take whatever they want
Swing a broom, bat them out
And they'll have whatever they want
Trash can lids aren't shields enough
And [bad word] whenever they want
At quiet times, times for us
and [bad word] whenever they want