Rice-Oxley/Chaplin/Hughes

There’s no believing and no reason why
Well I’m superstitious and I can fly
I float through the ceiling
And into your eye
Call me what you like
I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me all the time

There’s no believing and no real surprise
Well I am a ghost here, appearing in the night

To float through the ceiling
And into your eyes
Call me what you like
I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me all the time

I float through the ceiling
And into your eyes
Call me what you like
But I just wanna be there with you all the time
Do you wanna be here with me-e?

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