I thought I heard somebody cry—I thought I heard somebody cry
I went to see what I could find—like flowers in the dead of night
Like shadows in the moonlight—I thought I heard somebody cry
A choir with a single voice—a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect—to pick up all your thoughts

It isn't true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul... Come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat... Stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet... Walk
Through the halls at night
When I'm asleep
I don't believe... I don't believe

The shoe is on the other foot—the glove is on the fist
The first is like a cannonball—but it feels like a kiss
I got a bed that's real soft—in a room that's always sad
I thought I heard a window sigh—I though I heard somebody cry

It isn't true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul... Come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat... Stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet... Walk
Through the halls at night
When I'm asleep
I don't believe... I don't believe

A choir with a single voice—a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect—to pick up all your thoughts
I sip the running water—like rivers from your eyes

I thought I heard somebody cry—somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry—somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry—I thought I'd go and see
I thought I heard somebody cry—somebody might be me