Ghost in the machine

You are the ghost in the machine
Flickering
And I don't know what it means
You trouble me
Behind the smoke and the screen
I'm hiding, I'm hiding

But when the secret's out
And the wounded sing
What's lost is found
You trouble me
And it's troubling

In the light, you follow me
Shadowing
In the dark you're all I see
Surrounding
In a sweet unwanted dream
Trouble needs a place to sleep

But when the secret's out
And the wounded sing
What's lost is found
You trouble me
And it's troubling

Uh, uh, uh
When the secret's out

You are the ghost in the machine
Flickering
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

When the secret's out
And the wounded sing
What's lost is found
You trouble me
And it's troubling