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've 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've left behind 
Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time 
Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind