Walking the Ghost

There's a knocking at my window Not two for yes, but one for no Some spirit is unsatisfied From watching her world spin out of control At night she goes walking around her old home Objecting to how it's all changed She prefers her arrangements to the ones which we made Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walkin the ghost There's baggage on my shoulders Making me stoop, bending my frame My neck is crooked, lopsided I will never be tall again At night she goes walking around her old home You can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones I can feel so much sadness locked up in her bones Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost I'm sensitive to unkindness Stab in the back, burn in the ribs I need your fingers to straighten my flesh I hope your fingers are kind Hope, fingers Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost Walking the ghost I can feel someone is with me now Pulling me on, whispering advice Poking in my back Singing prophecies, winged shadows Words on a breeze I'm picking up I'm picking up I'm picking up your message And I'm trying to hear with all the noise around here With all the noise around here I can't hear any clearer I can't hear any clearer I can't hear any clearer I can't hear any clearer I can't stop my head from ringing I can't stop my head from ringing I can't stop my head from ringing And there's fingers in my hair Stuck in my back Lifting up my skin Shifting skin, shifting skin Shedding my skin and I'm leaving it behind I'm leaving it behind And I'm walking my ghost I am walking my ghost My ghost My ghost My ghost My ghost