Tunnel to light, why were you showing me such a fog?
If it makes it easier I will give my legs to God
I was looking outside from a window made of stone
I can't look outside no more, I can't look outside
If you want to go, you'll have to ghost trot where you don't want and
If you want to leave, you'll have to force the weight above
Cause I had to see you crying to me to make sure
I had to make sure
In the night I was uptight in the cold
As a ghost I might just have things easier
I don't want to leave town
I don't even want to go
But if it makes it easier I will give my legs to God