Rode that ghost from her house to my house,
Darkened by the long gone sunset
Trees hang over and make it even darker
I pass by them every single night
There's a ghost that lives right above me
Floating dead, but never been alive
Not a boy, not a girl, and only at night
Fills my tummy up, makes me something
She fills me up like drinking hot chocolate,
Sweet and warm and she's my honey,
When I have to go home I feel so sad,
After that I'm awfully lonely.