The first one was a young girl,
Standing near the house.
Gazing at the ashes,
All went up in smoke.

There was something about her,
But no-one seemed to see.
Her pale and fearful eyes,
The way they stared at me.

This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see.
This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see;
The dead line up in front of me.

The second was an old man,
Lying stiff on his bed.
He looked so peaceful,
But the doctor shook his head.

As he blew out the candles,
There was silence all around.
While I saw the old man rising,
From his bed without a sound.

This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see.
This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see;
The dead line up in front of me.

Last night I awoke,
You were standing by my side.
Motionless and frozen,
With eyes open wide.

Your lips were slowly moving
But they didn't make a sound.
Like mine three days ago
When they put you in the ground.

This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see.
This gift, this strange gift,
It made me see;
The dead line up in front of me.

I can see the dead.
I can see the dead.