Walking through gardens that I don't remember I'm passing through hallways I don't understand Hunting a house that I lived in for ages My thousand yard stare going straight through my hands Watch my limbs go clear I'm becoming what I've feared In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant These days I feel like a face in the mist Trying to show the world I still exist All of my friends are just passing right through me I'm not being seen while I'm being watched So I'll mess with the tempeture, hide in the shadows I'll shake all the windows and jiggle the locks Just want someone to see What a scary-ass ghost I'd be In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant These days I feel like a face in the mist Trying to show the world I still exist Do you hear me through the radio static? Can you see me through the window in the attic? Do you hear me through the radio static? Can you see me through the windo in the attic? In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant These days I feel like a face in the mist Trying to show myself I still exist