what toungeless ghost of sin crept through my curtains
sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
i think he don't got a name but i can't be certain
and in me he starts to confide
that my family don't see so familiar
and my enemies all know my name
and if you hear me tap on your window
you better get on your knees and pray
panic is on the way
my pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
my eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
and if there's a god would he give another chancer
an hour to sing for his soul
that my family don't see so familiar
and my enemies all know my name
and when you hear me tap on your window
you better get on your knees and pray
panic is on the way
cause my family don't see so familiar
and my enemies all know my name
and when you hear me tap on your window
then you get on your knees and you better pray
cause my family don't see so familiar
and my enemies all know my name
and when you hear me tap on your window
you better get on your knees and pray
panic is on the way
panic is on the way