How should we get through this, to where does this lead us?
Does it make sense to you that I'm beside you?
Am I the thought that so tires you out?
Were you maybe just wrong about me?
I still only see ghosts, still only ghosts, still only ghosts between us
And I still only see ghosts, still only ghosts, still only ghosts in you
You streak through the apartment as if you were a specter
The gestures, the words, have long turned icy
You don't speak much, and mostly with yourself
I know that you stopped counting on me a long time ago
I still only see ghosts, still only ghosts, still only ghosts between us
And I still only see ghosts, still only ghosts, still only ghosts in you
Still just ghosts, still just ghosts, still just ghosts
Still just ghosts, still just ghosts, still just ghosts