So did you lose your faith? Did you fall upon your sword? I know she took a piece of your heart And I know I had a piece of your soul And now you follow me into the room Filled with echoes and mirrors And the sound of something pounding As you hang there just watching And when the music is gone the silence is still ringing With all these conversations between the dead and the living For the ghosts become part of us, the ghosts are part of us Well, you always say you were following your heart As it took you through these rainy streets and on into the dark But there is some kind of reckoning when everything is done For it seems the more that you give, the stronger you become And there is so much more left for the giving In all these conversations between the dead and the living For the ghosts become part of us, the ghosts are part of us