Ghost In The Corner

There's a ghost in the corner of this room,
In a place where all hope was left behind.
Traveled all the way from Mexico,
Because he was shot down dead in the night.
Let the bones dance at midnight.
Let the banes cry by starlight.
There's a ghost in the corner of this room,
In a place where all hope was left behind.
We used to be cold simpaticos,
Now he wanders through the cold of the night.