Spirit Spine
Ghost Suspension
Way to go, I got it wrongDied in the building, where you made it homeFormed from a few cells, Fell in the groundSlam in the backyard, Not fully woundI want to hauntI want to hauntYou've got to rotI want to hauntGlide over carpet, To my old roomNothing moved here, Now in the hallSee my parents, See them asleepTry to touch them, It cannot beI want to hauntI want to hauntYou've got to rotI want to hauntWe can bring, him back thereAnd he'll know, what is here
From Letras Mania