In my head there’s a cabin in the valley

Where I sit scripting conversations, but they don’t ever go as planned

And in the valley there’s a dandelion growing

And like its seeds we’re holding on for life but the wind don’t give a damn

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there

I keep your lighter in my pocket

I stole it when we drove up the coast

Doing nothing, it was everything

We thought that we would stay the same

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there