| Have you met your ghost | |
| He says things that you wont | |
| And the stones that he throws | |
| Are the grudges he holds | |
| It's the lingering doubt | |
| In the gathering crowd | |
| It's his stones that we love | |
| And the devils cast out | |
| Fire and flames they are possessed | |
| Lay the spirits down to rest | |
| The spirits are ventriloquists | |
| They say the thing that must be said | |
| Did you strangle your ghost | |
| When she broke in your home | |
| And no time spent awake | |
| Is just time spent alone | |
| Fire and flames they are possessed | |
| Lay the spirits down to rest | |
| The spirits are ventriloquists | |
| They say the thing that must be said |