Stop the car, we don't see anything
This is not as permanent as we
Thought it would fucking be
You opened up old wounds
I thought were long since closed
You left me humming old tunes
And fearing tomorrow
You are exactly the same
You're still the ghost of my dreams
You were exactly the same
You were a ghost
Homesick, pull the rug from under my feet
Distance, enough to lose balance, enough to breathe
Homesick, pull the rug from under my feet
Distance, enough to lose balance, enough to breathe
