The ghosts of charlie barracuda

Hiding behind every smell
Hiding behind every song
Hiding behind every gift
Here be ghosts
Here be dragons

Take no heed of the season
Take no heed of the snow
Take no heed of the freezing
Here be ghosts
Here be dragons

Pay no mind to tradition
Pay no mind to the joy
Pay no mind to celebration
Here be ghosts
Here be dragons

Look away from the window
Look away from the cold
Look into the mirror
Here be ghosts
Here be dragons