Give Up the Ghost

                                  Don't haunt me

Don't haunt me



Gather up the lost and sold

Into your arms

Into your arms



Gather up the pitiful

In your arms

In your arms

In your arms

In your arms



What seems impossible

In your arms

In your arms



I think I have had my fill

In your arms

In your arms

In your arms

In your arms



I've think I should give up the ghost

Into your arms

Into your arms