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