I used to sleep with the window open To let the ghosts in Fill my soul with the past So something in my life may last My hollow friends, they're the ones that haunt me They will ride me to my grave When I'm laying on my weeping pillow They will close my eyes And I'm not quite ready for the next departure But when I am, I know who to call For the world won't serve me no more Memories of me will fade When I'm laying on my weeping pillow They will close my eyes And I'm not quite ready for the next departure But when I am, I know who to call For the world won't serve me no more But when I am, I know who to call For the world won't serve me no more Memories of me will fade Memories of me will fade For the world won't serve me no more
