Ghost

Fashionably late on a Saturday night You text me I should probably check in for my flight Don't know my way round this city Especially in the low light Don't know what it is about you On my mind since the springtime You're sat on the bridge Now I'm unfashionably late On the phone to your friend I guess I'll have to wait Someone said something bout Rome Not being built in a day But London's moving so fast I'm caught in the rat race I liked you better before you were a ghost Said I'll see you later Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke That when you know you know feeling But suddenly its fleeting The rugs pulled from under your feet Had 15 minutes of fame Inside my brain Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be I can't put my finger on it still So I turn inwards found something I tried to fill Painted a picture thought that I had it erased But in the kitchen last time round You could see it in my face I liked you better before you were a ghost Said I'll see you later Then disappeared in a cloud of smoke That when you know you know feeling But suddenly its fleeting The rugs pulled from under your feet Had 15 minutes of fame Inside my brain Guess you weren't who I thought that you'd be You still haunt me In the city in the low light You still haunt me In the city in the low light You still haunt me Fashionably late on a Saturday night one week later in my head I'm wondering if you're alright