I saw your ghost on the horizon like a distant memory
Did you draw the blinds and turn off the lights
To keep me away for good?
Oh, it wasn't fair to expect so much
But from where I stand I can see
That none of the things I could've done
Could save us from what we've become
And the more I look the less I can make out the sky from the leaves...
Or see the forest from the trees...
I wrote you a love song but now the words sound wrong
