You tell me you're telling a lie, but I don't believe you
You tell me the window is closed and then you walk right through it
I've been talking to your ghost
It's not saying much at all
I know that you've got me confused with the one who leaves you
I know that you're waiting for me just to disprove it
I've been on my way, woman, take my hand
I've been talking to your ghost
It's not saying much at all
