Ghost

I watch your crimson finger scatter like the sun

I am still half dreaming, my eyes are still half shut

I know that there's no winner

But maybe I have won

I can't read the signals, I guess that book is closed

I reach for reassurance, the thing that I want most

You can see me naked

Without taking off my clothes

I'm underneath the table, I'm the bedsheets on your back

I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked

I am here and nowhere, I am always in between

I'm not being literal, but you know what I mean

Now the middle's over, the afterthought is close

Every time it calls me, I can't seem to say no

Don't ask me what I wish for

I'm just waiting to go home

I'm underneath the table, I'm the bedsheets on your back

I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked

I'm the hand that greets you, I'm the knocking at your door

I'm always 'round the corner, I'm the greed that yearns for more

I am here and nowhere, I am always in between

I'm not being literal, but you know what I mean