she lays in bed at night and that is when i make my call.
but when she stares at me, she can't see nothing at all,
because you see i can't take no shape or form.
it's been three long years since i've been gone.
i can't get used to purgatory, you know it really makes me cry,
i'll never know the reason why i had to go.
i'm crying,
deep inside me,
can't you see me?
can't you see me?
i'm looking forward to her spirit coming over to me.
i feel so tempted to bring her over to see,
just what it's like to be hanging on the other side.
i feel so lonely, it's a long time since i died.
i try to show her that she's never gonna be alone,
because my spirit is imprisoned in the twilight zone.
