[Craig Wedren] Your ghost, your ghost Makes me invisible, make me invisible You speak, you speak But you're not really there, no, you're not really there There's a consequence, a consequence For crossing the line, crossing the line [Craig Wedren] How do you do what you do to me? I see you tonight under the stars of the night sky We'll keep on pretending that we belong [?] 'Cause I belong with people who try To [?] that rest within [?]