In this country at any given time 
There are two million empty houses 
And one of them once was mine 
There were twelve million spirits drifting 
In twelve million empty rooms 
Waving their ghostly arms at the stars 
And howling sad songs by the light of a crescent moon
Yeah they claw at the air and they scream 
But they don't make a sound 
Should've exercised the demons and their secrets 
While they were 'round
Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around 
All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house 
Everything is falling to pieces and it's just as well 
Because every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell
In my darkest hour when death is knocking at my door 
I can feel the tug of a thousand fingers 
But what are the ghosts here for 
They say: 
"Beware, be wary
Of secrets that you may keep 
Cause if they're any indication of what sorrow brings you 
Then don't take your demons to sleep."
And if you take a little time 
To think about yourself 
You just might find that the 
Direction that you're headed is closer to hell
Don't you think it's funny how quickly things can turn around 
All our lives are drifting like ghosts inside and empty house 
Everything is falling to pieces and it's just as well 
Cause every little piece of heaven brings a little piece of hell
So you might find yourself drifting 
Like a ghosts inside empty house after empty house 
Looking for someone but lately finding not a soul to tell