This is
My whole life I was a ghost
My memory lost out in the lines
Speeding someplace off the coast
Tears running down my eye s
So fall into me if you must
Look up, look up, look up,
look up to the sky
Past the freeway like I got
nothing to say
The traffic is mumbling and
the birds are still singing
Their twentieth call of the day
Their twentieth call of the day
Emptiness is an empty drawer
Used to smell like your perfume
Stack of records lined up to play
Nothing plays the same, it's just fine
So fall into me if you
must
Look up, look up, look up,
look up to the sky
To the line, to the trees,
where the shadows
play
Traffic is mumbling, the church bells ring,
Bed 20 in the cold
of the day,
Bed 20 in the cold of the day.
I'll wait around forever
To hear your voice say my
name again
I will remember all the
things that you have said
I will remember all the
things you did
So fall into me if you must
But be forewarned
Look up, look up, look up,
look up to the sky
To the light in the trees
where the shadows
play
Traffic is mumbling,
the church bells ring
They're turning cold the day
They're turning cold the day
You