Ghost Suspension

Way to go, I got it wrong
Died in the building, where you made it home
Formed from a few cells, Fell in the ground
Slam in the backyard, Not fully wound

I want to haunt
I want to haunt
You've got to rot
I want to haunt

Glide over carpet, To my old room
Nothing moved here, Now in the hall
See my parents, See them asleep
Try to touch them, It cannot be

I want to haunt
I want to haunt
You've got to rot
I want to haunt

We can bring, him back there
And he'll know, what is here