What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?. Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night. I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain. And in me he starts to confide. That my family don't seem so familiar. And my enemies all know my name. And if you hear me tap on your window. You better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way. My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer. My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole. And if there's a god would he give another chance. An hour to sing for his soul. Cos my family don't seem so familiar. And my enemies all know my name. And when you hear me tap on yer window. You better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way. Cos my family don't seem so familiar. And my enemies all know my name. And when you hear me tap on yer window. Then you get on your knees and you better pray. Cos my family don't seem so familiar. And my enemies all know my name. And when you hear me tap on your window. You better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way. Panic is on the way. Panic is on the way. Panic is on the way