Cover my mouth when we drive Caught in the cold but we're sealed tight Stay up late and speak of JFK Roll the windows up so she'll stay I feel you coming through the tape deck A ghostly song I feel you coming through the tape deck I'm gone I'm gone Where is it going when it goes Heard her name come from the poles A light leviathan seeps in Cherry-coloured tambourine against her skin I feel you coming through the tape deck A ghostly song I feel you coming through the tape deck I'm gone I'm gone I feel you coming through the tape deck A ghostly song I feel you coming through the tape deck I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone