dreamy-sweet-nothings Lyrics

Dreamy sweet nothings

A telephone greeting

Sneakin' out late

To our secret club meetings

Sky still high above me

Mind still mostly empty

And you're still next to me

In our made-up haunted country

I still close my eyes

And nearly catch a glimpse

I still can reach out

And feel ghostly fingertips

Dreamy sweet nothings

Late-night ghost hunting

We hear a sound

And take our chance to run

Smiling and screaming

And I said then that I wouldn't look back

So I don't see what's chasing me

I say now that I won't look back

So I don't see you chasing me

Dreamy sweet nothings

A flashlight battery

I let go of your hand in the dark

So you can't get me

I still close my eyes

And nearly catch a glimpse

I still can reach out

And feel ghostly fingertips