I am a ghost sitting in your living room
This sounds morose but I am living in a living tomb
Oh yes I die every time you say goodbye to me

No, you don't say it with your lips but with your eyes.

Sitting with a ghost, drinking chamomile tea and coffee.

Get the post. There is nothing here for me today
And yes I'd die just to get through to you, Didn't you
Say that we would be together till death do us part?


Don't you see me? Can't you hear me?
We must end the haunting

Don't you need me? It's not easy
Facing facts, the way you act
You'd think I'm haunting you

You look at me but you don't see
I think I'm haunting you.


All the love has died; does this mean that death is parting us?
Or have you lied? Is there something you're not telling me?
I find your silence as painful as if you're leaving me

And if your love has died then I will set you free.

Grey clouds please come my way

And tell me, tell me, tell me you are here to stay
Rain, rain don't go away
I'd rather fall down with you


Then be Happy, then be Content
The be Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Then be Cheerful and just Smile
And pretend I'm living in a Perfect World.


I never like to lie;
I'm not one of those people prone to fantasize
I know tides rise and fall;

I'd rather not rise at all

World is a messed up place and

Though I admit there's grace in it
I don't want to be one of those
People who live perfect lies

People who live perfect lies.