These ghosts are good at what they do
Haunting hallways, floors imprinted by 24 years of footsteps
The ceiling is wearing thin
And any day it could all give in
Ideas based on cracked foundations
We hoped it wouldn't fall apart, but it's falling apart
It's fallen apart
Wake me up and get me from this place
The devil seems happy to smile at me
I'll play the part the best I can
But move on and leave him to his work at hand
If you can set the pace I can use the change
Let me know when you want to go
I'm letting go of these empty spaces and hopeless faces
We're worth more than this
We're worth so much more than this
