Did you hear that hiss again?
Or was it just the steam, my friend?
Clock strikes three and the lights go dim
Barista’s gone, but the cups still spin
A whisper curls with the rising brew
And my mocha winked — I swear it’s true
(You’re not alone…)
(Froth and foam…)
A chill runs down my latte foam
Ghosts in the espresso machine
Dancing in the milk and caffeine
Spirits swirl in caramel sways
Caffeine haunts in charming ways
Ooh — they’re cheeky, smooth, unseen
Those ghosts in the espresso machine
Saw a phantom sip an oat flat white
She tipped her hat and vanished from sight
Poltergeists playing with the syrup rack
Swirling shapes in your coffee black
(They stir the cup…)
(And never clean up…)
But they make your latte luck erupt
Ghosts in the espresso machine
Whipping cream with spooky sheen
They never scream, they never bite
Just sugarshock your autumn night
Ooh — they’ve got that ghost routine
Those ghosts in the espresso machine
“Order up… from the other side…”
A shadow brews where secrets hide
Haunted foam art, glowing swirls
Barista shades from phantom worlds
Ghosts in the espresso machine
Spooking sweet like Halloween
They leave no trace but extra shot
Of joy you didn’t know you got
Ooh — café’s haunted, crisp and clean
By ghosts in the espresso machine