Walking through gardens that I don't remember
I'm passing through hallways I don't understand
Hunting a house that I lived in for ages
My thousand yard stare going straight through my hands
Watch my limbs go clear
I'm becoming what I've feared

In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show the world I still exist

All of my friends are just passing right through me
I'm not being seen while I'm being watched
So I'll mess with the tempeture, hide in the shadows
I'll shake all the windows and jiggle the locks

Just want someone to see
What a scary-ass ghost I'd be

In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show the world I still exist

Do you hear me through the radio static?
Can you see me through the window in the attic?
Do you hear me through the radio static?
Can you see me through the windo in the attic?

In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show myself I still exist