I'd like to be the ghost beneath the floor I'd like to be and possibly obscure
How I remember nights before when you were screaming shout and you would take me down
But don't touch your gun you find yourself all alone
When you shoot some rounds you only end up burning your hands
Oh love, such a mess Forget the flowers and the rest
I'd like to see you broken like the vase You threw my way as I ran out your place
You must be higher than a kite If you can't sit in fame I'll take you back tonight
Don't touch your gun you find yourself all alone
When you shoot some rounds you only end up burning your hands
Oh love, such a mess Forget the flowers and the rest
And now you're safe in jail And I am free to sail
Into the bright and sweet daylight Where I will, I will know everything, everything will be alright
