We lost touch, wish I didn't think so much

What we had's now faded way beyond my clutch

Drifting off with the wind warm breeze through big streets

Summertime in the city but I feel weak

The air's thick round Oxford Street

Fountains running by Centre Point where we used to meet

It's all changed now since they paved the roads

And closed the area to traffic cause when bombs explode

Cars cause havoc, meanwhile in the area

Around Piccadilly where I first caught malaria

For five years we felt the temperature soar

Caught a stale water droplet off a roof on my bottom lip

You could feel the air thick around your body

The sun looks hazy enough to drive me (ugh)

Stop wait somebody quick I feel sick

There's poison in the air you need to get me fixed up

No food or drink please I'll only sick it up

No credit's down the oxygen shop, I'll have to stick it up

There's something not quite right though

Politicians let it go and let it grow, now the fog glows

It's kind of eerie, the tourists trade dried up

The Japanese at home all wired up

Virtual holidays, so why the fuck do you want to come here?

It's 2052 you can put a headset on and really disappear

Who me? I'm just passing

Paying homage to my loved ones who were struck down in action

Like Lee and Lisa who were high tech geniuses

They robbed banks to fund the rallies for air rights

Sabotaged a building off the London route

Lee fell from a crane and maimed Lisa on the way down

Free-fall, screaming their slogan "Tear the roof off!"

They scraped off their bodies for whatever that was proof of

"Ghost like you're sitting in the church talking to God"

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost"

"You don't even exist"

It's like the day of the triffids, day the virus took a grip

Worse than Aids, reminiscent of the plague in 26

And still throughout the city I can feel the devastation

Headed to the airport, beggars at the train station

Try and accost me, they can't see me just my reflection

I scare souls setting off the sniffer

Dogs messing up the x-ray detection

I move unseen, untouchable spectre still I feel unclean

Shanty towns fly by like spots of colour

Corrugated iron made to come back this summer

Heathrow looks grim, fields of tents

And families who can't remember if they came or went

Hold my heaven breath here cause I smell the scent

H2O changed formula of floods to jets

In terminal four, I think through the mouldy floor

I've seen enough here, going on my global tour

So my plane takes off from the sickly smoke

It's just me, other ghosts and a bunch of rich folk

On the last flight, heading off to die in peace

And see sunshine, I guess we'll all soon meet

As the air pressure changed I could feel the sense

Of the water on my neck dripping down through the vents

I feel strange (something's wrong here), acid rain cold as ice

Leave me slumped in the seat wondering how I died twice

"Ghost like you're sitting in the church talking to God"

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost"

"You don't even exist"