It's 1am we go downtown Old folks drinking dancing around It's a party at the city dock Freemasons in their graves Reading what their tombstones say I listen to you as we walk I don't don't believe in the spirit That followed us through Princess Anne St We talk about her all night I see her dressed in white Everything here has a ghost The coffee shops and one way roads We're the only ones alive Greyscale is the scene Except I'm red, you're aquamarine She is watching us I don't don't believe in the spirit That followed us through Princess Anne St A deistic excuse Connecting the clues The ghost that follows us all the way home She follows us just like she always does You are the reason my spirit Is walking with more than it's shadow You're not a bad friend I want you till the end