What a mess we have on our hands tonight,
Chasing ghosts we thought we left behind.
What a mess we have on our hands tonight, tonight.

You won't hold my hand anymore,
So what are we fighting for?
It's just you, me, and the moonlight,
And the ghosts we left behind.

You won't hold my hand anymore,
So, what are we fighting for?
It's just you, me, and the moonlight,
And the ghosts we left behind.