I drove the highways of a skeleton coast Salt and sea, tapped mysteries into the keys I wrote an opus of distorted truths A symphony, crashing waves of victory Ooh, ooh, I am a ghostwriter Ooh, ooh, pretend I am forever young Ooh, ooh, I bleed every ribbon dry Waiting for my day to come ♪ Tamerlane, my poor soul in a last refrain An endless storm rattles on my windowpane The creaking floors, lost voices of a thousand wars The fire roars Ooh, ooh, I am a ghostwriter Ooh, ooh pretend I am forever young Ooh, ooh, I bleed every ribbon dry Waiting for my day to come ♪ How long can we sing the same old tired songs? How long can we tread water? The shore is only getting smaller ♪ I am a ghostwriter Pretend I am forever young And I bleed every ribbon dry Waiting for my day to come Waiting for my day to come To come