So I've sent the ghosts on a holiday A tattered map a sunhat sent them on their way Ringing bells have'em back on the step of my door Every knock has me asking what am I here for? Just like a winding tower and its riddles of unopened doors My descending of ladders I tear apart what little's left of my discerning heart For when I'm all alone I'm waking up a ghost on holiday Wrote a note to thank you, deliver my goodbyes I don't need to carry you in this lifetime What lies ahead of me Beyond the tops of the all giving tree Must be something so beautiful For when I'm all alone I'm waking up a ghost on holiday For when I'm all alone I'm waking up a ghost on holiday For when I'm all alone