There's no believing
And no reason why
Well I'm superstitious
And I can fly
I float through the ceiling
And into your eyes
Call me what you like
I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me?
All the time
There's no believing
And no real surprise
Well I am a ghost here
Appearing in the night
To float through the ceiling
And into your eyes
Call me what you like
I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me?
All the time
I float through the ceiling
And into your eyes
Call me what you like
I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me?
Shup da, la la da be da...
Writer(s): Timothy James Rice-oxley, Richard David Hughes, James Keith Warnock Sanger, Thomas Oliver Chaplin
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