There's rings on the wood

Where the glasses stood

There's prints on the pane

Where love remains

And the bags, in the wind

Drops on the floor

A little bit of blood

From the demons at the door

And the ghosts all sing

Hiding under the bed

Come and let fall

Your heavy head

Go ahead and laugh, man

Yeah it's okay

Go ahead and cry, friend

Yeah we're okay

And we'll stumble out

Barefoot running

In the pouring rain

We can’t live without

All the love

And all of the pain

With the wind in our hair

And our hands in the air

The ghosts all sing

And we’re all listening