There Are Ghosts

So quiet I can hear that the refrigerator is on And I can hear the fabric from your sleeping bag How it sounds against someone else's floor There was a small riot That kept me up 'til dawn It seems someone had something to say To the rest of the party, out on the lawn Who called? What the hell did they say? Get off the telephone right now Don't throw another minute away Please, not today, not today There's a man around His face always firetruck red I've heard there were angels in his head But now he holds a baseball bat instead And there's that famous sound That the snow makes under my feet As a snowfall too cold for a snowball falls It saves me from my impending week Who called? What the hell did they say? Get off my doorstep right now Don't you dare get in my way No, not today, not today Who called? What the hell did they say? Get off the telephone right now Don't throw another minute away 'Cause there are ghosts, yeah And they won't even wait to call And they will crawl up in your skin And they will come out from the walls, if you let them