It was one of those days
The dead were digging upwards through the earth
I saw ghosts in the rain
Ghosts in the ice
Ghosts in the airport carousel
Little Richard on the radio, coffee in my cup
I flew in from Lisbon with a song to wake you up
A song to wake you up, and a kiss to wake you up
I flew in to hold you in my arms
I'm embattled for my baby, beauty in my bed
I likely been to wrinkle in your prowl
I saw ghosts in the trees, ghost in the streets
Ghosts way I've been trying to taunt
Little Richard on the radio, coffee in my cup
I flew in from Lisbon with a song to wake you up
A song to wake you up, and a kiss to wake you up
I flew in to hold you in my arms
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To hold you in my arms, to hold you in my arms
I flew in to hold you in my arms
To hold you in my arms, to hold you in my arms
I flew in to hold you in my arms