Isnt it strange
How often we've been thinking
Isnt it strange
How often we forget we're ghosts
Moving on from
All of the living that we've done
Nothing wrong with
A bit more time with my love
I'm not quite finished expressing my love
From far beyond where we used to roam
Stuck at home
She's planting flowers in my mind
So unknown by
Everyone with a heartbeat
Come on inside but dont touch our things
So long as we're still haunting the place
