Comin' up second to my ghost.
He's callin' my name, so I riposte.
Have you ever seen yourself so pale before?
Does it always seem to let you down?

Doesn't it show it's more than you know?
More than you'd ever try?

Jubilee. Jubilee.
Do you believe? Do you believe?
Am I free? Am I free?
Jubilee. Jubilee.

Every day doubtful of my heart.
Is it a specter, or my art?
Do you ever see me in your photographs?
Can you ever feel I'm not there?

Doesn't it show it's more than you know?
More than you'd ever try?

Jubilee. Jubilee.
Do you believe? Do you believe?
Am I free? Am I free?
Jubilee. Jubilee.