Seats For Ghosts Video (MV)

Keep thinking bout the antique Harvard chairs in my basement
My mom couldn't wait to give you for Christmas
Now they're just seats for ghosts of the people we were

I'm flashing back to 19
Sophomore year at your party
Went way too deep let you guide me, went blindly
Maybe it was naive but I like shiny things

Like playing Beach Boys
In your dorm room
Drunk on Manhattans in Adams
What happened?
I was dancing on your feet, what happened?

Oh
Following you into the dark
Said it's romantic when love's hard
Oh, oh

Oh
Seats for ghosts collecting dust
Left with dreams from both of us
Oh, oh

Hung onto every word you said and felt ones you didn't
You love your space but hated the distance
Reinvent myself and my plans just for

Silent treatment
In the car home
Don't talk just head on your shoulder
What happened?
I was dancing on your feet, what happened?

Oh
Following you into the dark
Said it's romantic when love's hard
Oh, oh

Oh
Seats for ghosts collecting dust
Left with dreams from both of us
Oh, oh

I think it's okay if the chairs build up cobwebs
Just seats for our ghosts and the memories that haunt them
The memories that haunt them

I think it's okay if the chairs build up cobwebs
Just seats our ghosts and the memories that haunt them
They haunt and they taunt them

Oh
Following you into the dark
Said it's romantic when love's hard
Oh, oh

Oh
Seats for ghosts collecting dust
Left with dreams from both of us
Oh, oh