Sometimes, in the night I feel it   Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable   Silently the past comes stealing   Like the taste of some forbidden sweet      Along the walls, in shadowed rafters   Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres   Muted cries and echoed laughter   Banished dreams that never sank in sleep      Lost in love and found in reason   Questions that the mind can find no answers for   Ghostly eyes conspire treason   As they gather just outside the door      And every ghost that calls upon us   Brings another measure in the mystery   Death is there to keep us honest   And constantly remind us we are free      Down the ancient corridors   Through the gates of time   Run the ghosts of days that we left behind      Down the ancient corridors   Through the gates of time   Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind      Sometimes, in the night I feel it   Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable   Silently the past comes stealing   Like the taste of some forbidden sweet      And every ghost that calls upon us   Brings another measure in the mystery   Death is there to keep us honest   And constantly remind us we are free      Down the ancient corridors   And through the gates of time   Run the ghosts of days that we left behind      Down the ancient corridors   And through the gates of time   Run the ghosts of dreams that we left behind