Have you met your ghost? He says things that you won't And the stones that he throws Are the grudges he holds It's the lingering doubt In the gathering crowd It's these stones that we throw And the devils cast out
Fire and flames they are possessed Lay the spirits down to rest The spirits are ventriloquists They say the things that must be said
Did you strangle your ghost When she broke in your home? And now time spent awake Is just time spent alone
Fire and flames they are possessed Lay the spirits down to rest The spirits are ventriloquists They say the things that must be said
