Text: The Canvas Waiting. Ghosts.

I seem to be a puzzle piece that fits but blurs the scene
How can you be the antidote but still you make me weak?
I fall in love with ghosts, it's easier than you'd think

Wake up, it's 5:15 put on your clothes the subways waiting
Wake up it was just a dream, another night of wishful thinking
but maybe we can meet in the middle of reality and where we could be
and if it's only a little, I'm gonna stretch it thin till it covers me

So say goodnight then I'll let you go
back to a world where I don't belong
tell me how to make this half a whole
tell me how I'm gonna shake this
Oh I fall in love with ghosts

If you turn this page in your book
bend the corner back so you remember
when the world stood still
and was kind enough to let us linger
but maybe we can meet in the middle of reality and where we could be
and if it's only a little, I'm gonna stretch it thin till it covers me

So say goodnight then I'll let you go
back to a world where I don't belong
tell me how to make this half a whole
tell me how I'm gonna shake this
Oh I fall in love with ghosts

I hear your whisper then you drift away
Only in pictures will I see your face
if there's a road marked from A to B
would you find it, and come back to me