| Carry on a cold night, streetlight is flickering
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| I peek through a windowpane, at someone else’s dinner plans
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| Don’t know this diner, I don’t like the waitress
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| It’s like she doesn’t know I’m here, I swear
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| I been on this train but, it doesn’t seem familiar
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| My stop just two more, don’t want to go here
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| I jump off early, you were still moving
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| I skinned my knee but there’s no blood, I shut
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| My eyes and I can still see everything just fine
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| And I get weak
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| I’m so tired, I don’t sleep
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| I would haunt your house
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| Yours alone, but I’m a ghost, away from home
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| Nice-looking couple, I walk beside them
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| No hands are holding, no lips are moving
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| I try to move on but, I’m calling attention
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| Everything goes dark inside my shell
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| And still before
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| But this is freezing a bite type-cold, here
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| I get weak
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| I’m so tired, I don’t sleep
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| I would haunt your house
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| Yours alone, but I’m a ghost, away from home
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| Does anybody know how to find me?
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| Does anybody even still care?
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| Somewhere there’s a girl and I swear it was her that I lived for
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| Does she know that I’m dying out here?
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| If there’s anything left, I’ll be there
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| I get weak
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| I’m so tired, I don’t sleep
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| I would haunt your house
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| I would mourn, but I’m a ghost, away from home |