[INTRO — ghostly harmonies, detuned music box, haunted organ, cold wind] Ooh... Do you hear that? Footsteps in the ceiling, Whispers in the wall, Two ghosts in the moonlight— And we don't march at all. Boo! [VERSE I — stomping funk, sinister bass, trombone growls] The zombies hit the pavement in a perfect little row, Same eyes, same rhythm, going where they're told to go. But we slip through the doorway when the midnight bells begin, Two shadows with a secret and a wicked little grin. They stare when we go floating through the candlelit air, While ghostly shadows gather where no living soul would dare. This house remembers footsteps no one living ever made, So we dance across the staircase while they tremble in the shade. [PRE-CHORUS — rising brass, heartbeat, whisper choir] They step together, Left, right, left. We drift wherever We like best. They fear what They cannot know— [dead silence] So watch us disappear... And steal the show. [CHORUS — spooky funk-pop, haunted organ, ghost choir] Ghosts in the hallway, Ghosts in the night, Two pale shadows dancing out of sight. Cold little whispers, Footsteps through the walls, We don't follow zombies, We don't march at all. Ghosts, ghosts, Hear the old house sing, Watch the dusty chandeliers begin to swing. Let 'em stare, Let 'em run, Let 'em fear what they don't know— We're the ghosts that never follow Where the other monsters go. [ghostly echo] Hoo... hoo... ah-hoo... [close whisper] Boo. [VERSE II — eerie trombones, chains, distant thunder] One moves the curtains, One turns out the light, One leaves little fingerprints that vanish overnight. We trade our wedding rings for halos made of mist, Then scare somebody senseless with a cold and ghostly kiss. They hear us in the attic, They see us in the glass, Two figures in the mirror when no living souls pass. The graveyard keeps our secrets underneath the crooked trees, And we drift between the headstones like a whisper on the breeze. [PRE-CHORUS — hollow handclaps, descending organ] They walk together, Slow and straight. We pass right through The cemetery gate. They turn around, But we're already gone— [heartbeat, silence] Then from behind them... Boo! [CHORUS — thunderous drums, low brass, ghost choir] Ghosts in the hallway, Ghosts in the night, Two pale shadows dancing out of sight. Cold little whispers, Footsteps through the walls, We don't follow zombies, We don't march at all. Ghosts, ghosts, Hear the old house sing, Watch the dusty chandeliers begin to swing. Let 'em stare, Let 'em run, Let 'em fear what they don't know— We're the ghosts that never follow Where the other monsters go. [POST-CHORUS — cavernous call-and-response] Who's in the mirror? (Ghosts!) Who's on the stairs? (Ghosts!) Who's making footprints When nobody's there? (Ghosts!) Who's laughing softly Underneath the floor? Two happy ghosts... Coming back for more! [BRIDGE — organ drone, church bell, reversed piano] Moonlight through the windows, Mist beneath the door, Two shadows cross the ceiling, Then vanish through the floor. We died once already, So what have we to lose? The night belongs to wanderers, And every path we choose. No chains around our ankles, No coffin holds us down. We drift above the rooftops While the dead march through the town. [BREAKDOWN — stop-start brass, slammed doors, chains] Rattle that window! [WINDOW RATTLE] Turn out the light! [CLICK — silence] Whisper behind them... [close whisper] Good evening... [huge hit] We haunt the ceiling— Then vanish away! We frost the mirror— Then fade with the day! Two ghosts together— No grave can make us stay! [ghost choir] Haunt it our way! [FINAL CHORUS — pounding drums, screaming brass, haunted organ] Ghosts in the hallway, Ghosts in the night, Two pale shadows dancing out of sight. Cold little whispers, Footsteps through the walls, We don't follow zombies, We don't march at all. Ghosts, ghosts, Make the whole house ring, Let the doors all slam And the chandeliers swing. Let 'em stare, Let 'em run, Let 'em fear what they don't know— We're the ghosts that never follow Where the other monsters go. [FINAL POST-CHORUS — ghost choir, attic footsteps] Something's in the attic... Something's on the stair... [whisper] Don't turn around... A shadow at the window, Then gone into the night. Ghost to ghost, Side by side, We haunt it our own way. [OUTRO — wind, approaching footsteps] One step... Two steps... [whisper] Turn around— BOO! [ghost laughter, detuned music box]
