Letras
Empty rooms... hallways cold...
Hoodie on the backseat
Coffee stain, playlist card
Name pressed in margins
Hearts drawn in the dark
Park outside that market
Doors might start to talk
Almosts in the window
Plans we never bought
Box under bedframe
Tickets, every line
New distractions chase me
Faces turn to you
Ghosts of what we wanted
Mirror cracks reflect your ghost
Edges curl on paper dreams
(Paper dreams, torn seams)
Spaces breathe your almost-touch
Hallways cold we haunt the most
Ghosts of what we wanted
Fading in the frost we ho-ost
(broken... broken... oh)
The bartender knows my order
I still drink it next to mine
Face in strangers' cars
Same laugh, different bar
Fault lines under skin
Lights kill - you're back again
Chase some new distraction
Different faces, same old end
Every laugh turns static
Every stranger turns to you
Ghosts of what we wanted
Mirror cracks reflect your ghost
Edges curl on paper dreams
(Paper dreams, torn seams)
Spaces breathe your almost-touch
Hallways cold we haunt the most
Ghosts of what we wanted
Fading in the frost we ho-ost
Corner store glance
Smile like nothing more?
Midnights flood back (flood ba-ack)
Promises in drawers
Scatter where light touches
Leave them golden? (No...)
Ghosts of what we wanted
Mirror cracks reflect your ghost
Edges curl on paper dreams
(Paper dreams, torn seams)
Spaces breathe your almost-touch
Hallways cold we haunt the most
Ghosts of what we wanted
Learning to live in frost