There Are Ghosts

So quiet
I can hear that the refrigerator is on
And I can hear the fabric from your sleeping bag
How it sounds against someone else's floor
There was a small riot
That kept me up 'til dawn
It seems someone had something to say
To the rest of the party, out on the lawn

Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off the telephone right now
Don't throw another minute away
Please, not today, not today

There's a man around
His face always firetruck red
I've heard there were angels in his head
But now he holds a baseball bat instead
And there's that famous sound
That the snow makes under my feet
As a snowfall too cold for a snowball falls
It saves me from my impending week

Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off my doorstep right now
Don't you dare get in my way
No, not today, not today

Who called?
What the hell did they say?
Get off the telephone right now
Don't throw another minute away

'Cause there are ghosts, yeah
And they won't even wait to call
And they will crawl up in your skin
And they will come out from the walls, if you let them