Noah (Ghost in a Sheet)

There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind There's nobody out there and nobody getting in I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house ?Cause while you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet When our frames collide There's nothing left to be There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to pour You get so much there you weary yourself thin I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house ?Cause while you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet When our frames collide There's nothing left to be The skeletal wings of birds, I'll take the stairs The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet The forecast is going down a storm, a storm --- Noah (Ghost in a Sheet) - Fionn Regan