I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher
He said "We're going off to war"
I heard a ghost whisper to a preacher
He said "We're going to start a war"
A newsman put a paper in my hand, telling me his truth
Jesus and The Scientist will never reconcile this
We're pieces on, we're pieces on the board
When you're lonely, you can find me
When you're feeling lost in a bidding war
When you're lonely, you can come find me
When you're feeling lost in a bidding war
Guns and Lawyers, Gods and Aeroplanes
Promises, white cloaks, white jackets
I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher
He said "We're gonna start a war"