I'll sing when I'm free
My ghost when she sings a song from my past
A hum that holds me close and binds me to you
A line we can't cross
Watching behind glass
My ghost when she sees a place from my past
A touch that holds me close and binds me to you
A line we can't cross
She's dancing through this grave
My ghost when she names a shape from my past
A pulse that holds me close and binds me to you
A line we can't cross
And it goes

Ah-oh
Ah-oh
Ah-oh
Ah-oh

And the ghost
Ah-oh
Ah-oh
Ah-oh
Ah-oh

And the ghost we made (ah-oh)
All the purpose lies in ribbons now (ah-oh)
Trapped in these threads in touch (ah-oh)
As I see if there's patterns here (ah-oh)
If there's patterns here (ah-oh)
Beneath this mess (ah-oh)
All the plans we made (ah-oh)
All the purpose lies in ribbons now (ah-oh)
As we bind these thoughts and try to see (ah-oh)
If there's patterns here (ah-oh)
If there's patterns here (ah-oh)
Beneath this mess (ah-oh)
All the plans we made (ah-oh)
All the purpose lies in ribbons now (ah-oh)
When we made these thoughts and try to see (ah-oh)
If there's patterns here (ah-oh)
If there's patterns here (ah-oh)
Beneath my ghost who sings