Give up the ghost

(Don't haunt me, don't hurt me)
(Don't haunt me, don't hurt me)

Gather up the lost and sold
In your arms, in your arms

Gather up the pitiful
In your arms, in your arms

What seems impossible
In your arms, in your arms

I think I have had my fill
In your arms, in your arms

(Don't haunt me, don't hurt me)
(Don't haunt me, don't hurt me)

I think I should give up the ghost
In your arms, in your arms

(In your arms, in your arms)