Ghost

I'm not the kind to believe in superstition Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction You race through my blood, some kind of sweet addiction Heaven help the fool who falls in love I sleepwalk the streets of this town looking for your face Ain't got nothing to show right now, but I can't give up the chase Won't you give me a sign, some kind of saving grace You're the only one I'm thinking of Can't get you off my mind I must be going insane All these streets look the same Nobody answers when I call out your name