Your ghost
Michael Stipe & Kirstin Hersh

If I walk down this hallway tonight it’s too quiet
So I head through the dark and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers and let your house ring
‘Till I wake your ghost

Let him walk down your hallway, it’s not this quiet
Slide down your receiver, bend across the wire
Follow my number slide into my hand

It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring

I think last night
You were driving circles around me
I think last night
You were driving circles around me
I think last night
You were driving circles around me

I can drink this coffee till I put you in my closet
Let him shoot me down, let him call me off
I take it from his whisper you’re not that tough

It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring

I think last night (you were in my dream)
You were driving circles around me
I think last night (you were in my dream)
You were driving circles around me
I think last night (you were in my dream)
You were driving circles around me
I think last night (you were in my dream)
You were driving circles around me...
Hersh