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