You are the ghost in the machine Flickering And i don't know what it means You trouble me Behind the smoke and the screen I'm hiding hiding But when the secret's out And the wounded sing What's lost is found You trouble me And it's troubling In the light you follow me Shadowing In the dark you're all i see Surrounding In a sweet unwanted dream Trouble needs a place to sleep When the secret's out And the wounded sing What's lost is found You trouble me And it's troubling