Ghost

No time to waste, love, no time to waste
I’m coming home, love
I’m coming home to where your ghost is looking for me

No time to waste, love, no time to waste
I’m coming home, love
I’m coming home to where your ghost is looking for me

My fighter, you’ve survived all your gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is crackling sounds
As if you’re walking these floors
That’s how your ghost lives on in me

I was born into a desert, the first place I called home
Up in the sky was my Sun and Moon and the three of us lived alone
Out in the sand we had a hut where we knew that we were safe
Then my first tears dropped down to the ground and formed us a little lake
With each of my tears grew oceans and seas and rivers with waves to ride
The opinions I meet they each plant a seed in the garden of my mind
Some grow strong with roots like blades while others grow to weed
I’m still figuring which ones to cut off and which ones to let rise like trees
First friend I had, her name’s July, I gave her a room to bloom
A secret place with a bed for her to sleep as long as she would like to
And with each new soul steppin’ into my life, the rooms they multiply
Some are moving in just to move away
Some are only passing by, and you know what?

Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love
Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love
Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love
Your room stands empty now

My fighter, you’ve survived your own gunfires
Breathing all I hear at night is the swarming from your loss
Tearing through the cracks, crawling through the walls
My liar, did you dodge your own gunfires?
May my feet carry me home
Leave the door open even if your ghost
Is all that lives on