The Séance

It is like I am trying to speak to you through a spirit trumpet

My voice, nothing more than a vague whisper, too indistinct

It makes you wonder if it was just the wind

I am a ghost to you

And you don't believe in ghosts

But here is where I am bound to dwell

Under your invisibility spell

Hoping to be noticed

It is like I am trying to reach you through a ouija board

But I cannot seem to communicate during the séance

And now you got me blowing light bulbs all together at once

I am a ghost to you

And you don't believe in ghosts

But here is where I am bound to dwell

Under your invisibility spell

Hoping to be noticed

Ooh ooh, do you see me now? Ooh ooh, can you hear me now?

Ooh ooh, do you see me now? Ooh ooh, can you hear me now?

Boo!

I'm a ghost to you

And you don't believe in ghosts

But here is where I am bound to dwell

Under your invisibility spell

Hoping to be noticed

I am a ghost to you

And you don't believe in ghosts

But here is where I am bound to dwell

Under your invisibility spell

Hoping to be noticed