Lyrics Eyes Like Walls - Syd Matters

Is this relevant on a ghost?
Questions in the dark to wake me up
With eyes like walls
No way to coming to follow your thoughts
It's hard to break in
And these pills don't work
Ache sometimes
Wich always her
And I feel like I wanna write a book
But I'm no writer
I was down as usual in my bed like a ritual
Waiting for the Santa's Man call
But I'm not tired
Dusty floor and empty cars
Wish you could stay around
Clean up the bathroom floor
But honey, you want more
I'm in a rush
I'm in a hurry
I cannot be on touch
We're gonna treat you right
We're gonna hit you in the back, oh
I'm in a rush
I'm in a hurry
I cannot be on touch
Quick sand
Quick sand
Quick sand