I'm starting from scratch inside but the visions of you are still here in me
The visions of you are still me
Counting each ghost now, I'm blacking out in sound
I'm marking each one down filling up with doubt all at the same time
They ought to know that I just want them to leave
When will they go away?
All of my ghosts are back in town tonight
All of my ghosts waiting for the spite all at the same time, all in the same line
And then they hide, I'm trying to catch them but they slip through everything
They ought to know even obscured in jagged space, I'll come back to you
Will you come back to me?