Walk with me, up past the abbey
Come haunt with me, we'll tear up the alleys
Throw down with me, cold black roses
Your hands on my chest, your ghost has chosen me

Locked away, silent and deadly
One glance at a memory then blacked out for days
Curtains and corners can't hide me no more
Your hands on my chest, your ghost has chosen me

Wrapped around your frozen four fingers
And under your thumb, moth trapped in a flame
Cross my heart this waiting is eternal
And cheek to cheek, your ghost just dances with me

And our bodies are nothing. They're just shells anyway
But our bodies are something, in this grave where we lay.
Our heart-beats pounding, our lungs pleading for air
Now our bodies mean nothing (nothing at all)
With me here
Our bodies mean nothing
With you there

Your Ghost has chosen me.