sick, sick my heart.

i know we're all souls just trying to connect with someone, but we're all left searching on our own. tell me that you could hear it, three taps under the floorboard. don't say i'm losing it, maybe you're deaf. could have sworn that i locked all these windows fairly tight. shut the door, hear a knock. she starts turning off the lights.

and from the corner of my eye, i saw you dressed all in white and i saw you pass right on by. but maybe i had too much wine. i hope you come back tonight, you never said goodbye.

tell me that you could see it, a ghost who's skin is porcelain. don't say i'm losing it, maybe you're blind. saw her walk through a wall, turn her heard and look to me. in a york hotel hall i am falling to my knees.

softly, as your dress flows, you say that you're alone. but i know i can't leave you lonely and on your own.