it struck her as strange, the way i looked that daynif she only understood why that wasni'd been cheating angels out of companynthen she comes to me and says she's broken upnso walk with me, and talk with menand tell me who you wanna benwe'll keep one step ahead of all the wolvesnoh, i know where we can hidenyes, we must stay out of sightnwe can't show ourselves for what we are, nwe only tell these secrets late at nightnno, we can't risk being seen by the sunnand so we go by nightnwe might as well be ghosts to everyonennshe tried to pull a whole wheelbarrow full of guiltnwell, it spilled out on the sidewalknto the ditches and the gutters, now it's gonenand she can walk with empty handsnand in a sense, she is innocentnno, i don't think that freedom is a sinnwe are vindicated, unrestrained and liberatednaway from all those eyesnfrom the matchstick teeth and tongue and all those liesnnow we have immunity from this communitynoh, can't you see? nthe judge, he always goes to sleep at nightnno, we can't risk being seen by the sunnand so we go by nightnwe might as well be ghosts to everyonennso let's start rattling their windowpanesnwe'll make them feel insane, or at least a little scarednof the devil and the darknmake them anxious for the monrningnhear the preacher spread his warningndon't go out at night, those ghosts are all around!nthis town is all but oursnso tell me what you want to donwe can do it all night long and when the sun is upnwe'll be out of sightnno, the morning light won't find usnwe'll be fast asleep and waiting for the nightnno, we can't risk being seen by the sunnand so we go by nightnwe might as well be ghosts to everyone