There are ghosts in herenThey are stuck in the middlenMidnight rattling chainsnJust like fireworksnHeading straight for the heavensnBut explode on the waynnWake up, sweetheartnRise and shinenThere are bones to burynAnd bones to findnThis place is coming to lifennJust like dominoesnFirst one, then come the othersnLong invisible linesnRestless prisonersnDamsels longing for loversnRhymers searching for rhymesnnWake up, sweetheartnRise and shinenI hear music playingnChorus linesnThis place is coming to lifennSpeak up, sweetheartnWe're wasting timenThese are changed surroundingsnHold on tightnThis place is coming to life