Michael Stipe - Your ghost

If I walk down this hallway,
Tonight, it's too quiet.
So I pad 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 that quiet.
Slide down your receiver,
Sprint 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 can't 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 dreams)
You were driving circles around me