The Séance

It is like I am trying to speak to you through a spirit trumpet
 My voice, nothing more than a vague whisper, too indistinct
 It makes you wonder if it was just the wind
 I am a ghost to you
 And you don't believe in ghosts
 But here is where I am bound to dwell
 Under your invisibility spell
 Hoping to be noticed
 It is like I am trying to reach you through a ouija board
 But I cannot seem to communicate during the séance
 And now you got me blowing light bulbs all together at once
 I am a ghost to you
 And you don't believe in ghosts
 But here is where I am bound to dwell
 Under your invisibility spell
 Hoping to be noticed
 Ooh ooh, do you see me now? Ooh ooh, can you hear me now?
 Ooh ooh, do you see me now? Ooh ooh, can you hear me now?
 Boo!
 I'm a ghost to you
 And you don't believe in ghosts
 But here is where I am bound to dwell
 Under your invisibility spell
 Hoping to be noticed
 I am a ghost to you
 And you don't believe in ghosts
 But here is where I am bound to dwell
 Under your invisibility spell
 Hoping to be noticed