So here we are in this house of bone
And I'm feeling like I've lost everyone I've ever known
I'm just a vapor on a frame of bone
And I'm feeling like I might be bleeding light and losing love
Yet I still return to the horns of my doubt every time
Just like every ghost
My armored heart is still permeable
And I'm feeling like I might be losing touch with everyone
Yet I still return to the horns of my doubt every time
And every ghost is an echo of all the stuff they might have done
And living is so diaphanous I know I must be empty now
I'm empty now just like every ghost