Lyrics:

So much for medicines and healthy patients
We've got a little bit of a situation now

I ride this gurney towards my confession
It's just another day in my sick profession
I talk through my melodies, but I never listen
I'd rather spend all my time
Talking to you, talking to you

Oh, I just wanna believe
That we were made for something
More than just what we can see
This sickness keeps you coming back
If you could see what I've seen
Then you'd believe in something
Ghosts are never more than they seem
But they keep coming in your sleep
They haunt you in your sleep

Some call them enemies, some call them lovers
I keep a map of my heart under my covers
I marked the spot where we buried our hearts in the earth
We've all got stars in our eyes
See how they burn, see how they burn

Oh, I just wanna believe
That we were made for something
More than just what we can see
This sickness keeps you coming back
If you could see what I've seen
Then you'd believe in something
Ghosts are never more than they seem
But they keep coming in your sleep
In your sleep, oh yeah

I said: 'Oh, I just wanna believe
That we were made for something
More than just what we can see
This sickness keeps you coming back
If you could see what I've seen
Then you'd believe in something.'

Oh, I just wanna believe
That we were made for something
Oh, I just wanna believe
That we were made for something
More than just what we can see
This sickness keeps you coming back
If you could see what I've seen
Then you'd believe in something
Ghosts are never more than they seem
But they keep coming in your sleep
In your sleep, oh yeah