Lonely Ghosts

These lonely ghosts in my skin

They help me cope but they won't win

Are you from God's house

From high up in the clouds, oh

I know a story like the prodigal son

I'm left wondering if my heart's still won

Or does it desire You

Oh God, come to my rescue, for

These lonely ghosts in my skin

They help me cope but they won't win

Are you from God's house

From high up in the clouds

Oh, oh, oh

Oh temptation, what a lovely temptress

Well, she is skilled and

She knows my weakness

He whispers sweet lies

Don't let him romanticize these

Lonely ghosts in my skin

They help me cope, but they won't win

You're not from God's house

From high up in the clouds

Oh, these lonely ghosts in my skin

They help me cope, but they won't win

You're not from God's house

From high up in the clouds

Oh, oh, oh