Behind the curtain there stood a man, gripping in his hands
Something I could not make out
And in the bed I lay paralyzed, opening my eyes
To shadows dancing across my walls
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot fight our way out of this
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot talk ourselves into them
In the room there was a chair, a child sitting there
Her mind working mysteriously in the silence
The dog barked as she pointed and said, "Mother that man is dead"
Indigenous to the girl, her words are like diamonds
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot fight our way out of this
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot talk ourselves into them
Cause we are haunted
Cause we are haunted
Cause we are haunted
Cause we are haunted
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot fight our way out of this
We carry nothing but our own heads
And we cannot talk ourselves into them