| Song | I Believe in Ghosts |
| Artist | John Ralston |
| Album | Needle Bed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I believe in ghosts and don’t believe in God. | |
| Like I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Except when I’m riding my bicycle home from work | |
| In the dark into oncoming traffic. | |
| Maybe I’ll think it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I’m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| Nervous knees knocking on the balance beam. | |
| Circling sharks grinning up at me. | |
| Well maybe I’m not all that you think I am. Maybe I am. | |
| Maybe I am thinking it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I’m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| But it’s over now, and you’re feeling so relieved. | |
| If I believe in ghosts and don’t believe in God. | |
| Then I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Jumpin’ Jack Pumpkinhead pincushion doll | |
| I’m dead with all the things I never said buried in my flower bed. | |
| Maybe I’ll think it over again next time |
| I believe in ghosts and don' t believe in God. | |
| Like I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Except when I' m riding my bicycle home from work | |
| In the dark into oncoming traffic. | |
| Maybe I' ll think it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I' m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| Nervous knees knocking on the balance beam. | |
| Circling sharks grinning up at me. | |
| Well maybe I' m not all that you think I am. Maybe I am. | |
| Maybe I am thinking it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I' m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| But it' s over now, and you' re feeling so relieved. | |
| If I believe in ghosts and don' t believe in God. | |
| Then I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Jumpin' Jack Pumpkinhead pincushion doll | |
| I' m dead with all the things I never said buried in my flower bed. | |
| Maybe I' ll think it over again next time |
| I believe in ghosts and don' t believe in God. | |
| Like I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Except when I' m riding my bicycle home from work | |
| In the dark into oncoming traffic. | |
| Maybe I' ll think it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I' m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| Nervous knees knocking on the balance beam. | |
| Circling sharks grinning up at me. | |
| Well maybe I' m not all that you think I am. Maybe I am. | |
| Maybe I am thinking it over again. | |
| Sweetheart, baby, | |
| I' m sorry for bringing these black clouds wherever you are. | |
| These icebergs never stop melting. | |
| I think that you fell for me in the dark. | |
| But it' s over now, and you' re feeling so relieved. | |
| If I believe in ghosts and don' t believe in God. | |
| Then I believe in the sum, but not the part. | |
| Jumpin' Jack Pumpkinhead pincushion doll | |
| I' m dead with all the things I never said buried in my flower bed. | |
| Maybe I' ll think it over again next time |