I'm losing my mind in a record amount of time 
Is it all in my head? 
These ghosts in the hall ways, and mirrors, and under my bed 
In each town 
I find there's always a graveyard near by 
I'm taking her home 
That girl from 
Glasgow whose father just left her alone 
And I was moved inside that crooked room 
I reached out my hand and shyly asked her to dance 
She cried as we swayed and in my head that song continues to play 
The saddest melody that just won't go away 
And in my mind she's fully real 
A little voice that helps me feel 
And if they thought 
I was crazy then 
Wait until they meet my friend