English ghosts are howling down the midnight English ghosts are reaching out their hands English ghosts are claiming all our silence All that green and not so pleasant land Rustling the sorrow and the bindweed Rattling Georgian doors and window panes English ghosts are emailing St Agnes Please return my conscience and your chains Tonight I wish a lot, but what I wish the most Is that this bed was big enough and free from English ghosts Tonight I feel the pull, the pillar and the post And the shiver in your eye must be the kiss of English ghosts English ghosts are talking to my fingers English ghosts are listening to your skin Ready when the flame begins to flicker Waiting when the ice becomes too thin Something shadowed watched us climb the staircase You were sure a hand was on your sleeve Now I can wipe these bloodstains from the sheets, babe But I can't get these English ghosts to leave Tonight I wish a lot, but what I wish the most Is that this bed was big enough and free from English ghosts Tonight I feel the pull, the pillar and the post And the shiver in your eye must be the kiss of English ghosts Hanging on to my thoughts and whispers Second guessing your sighs Though we see through them They'll be back again Even when that rite's been exorcised Tonight I wish a lot, but what I wish the most Is that this bed was big enough and free from English ghosts Tonight I raise a gla** and I propose a toast To tangled ends and absent friends and all those English ghosts All those English ghosts All those English ghosts