Sometimes, in the night I feel it

Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable

Silently the past comes stealing

Like the taste of some forbidden sweet Along the walls, in shadowed rafters

Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres

Muted cries and echoed laughter

Banished dreams that never sank in sleep Lost in love and found in reason

Questions that the mind can find no answers for

Ghostly eyes conspire treason

As they gather just outside the door And every ghost that calls upon us

Brings another measure in the mystery

Death is there to keep us honest

And constantly remind us we are free Down the ancient corridors

Through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days that we left behind Down the ancient corridors

Through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind Sometimes, in the night I feel it

Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable

Silently the past comes stealing

Like the taste of some forbidden sweet And every ghost that calls upon us

Brings another measure in the mystery

Death is there to keep us honest

And constantly remind us we are free Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days that we left behind Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind