I circled the city three whole times before I even noticed
that it was my face on all those wanted posters.

Because I'm the dance that the dead do
when nobody's looking,
I'm the smell in the kitchen
when nobody's cooking.
I'm the moment of dreaming colour
that slips through when you wake,
I'm the hands that tried to grab you
as you swum across the lake.
I'm the trickle in your throat while you're chewing that fat.

I'm the ghost of last night
and the night before that.
And 'til the last one is done with
I'll keep coming back.

I'm the dark in your sons room when you promise him his closets are empty
and I'm the shame on your face when he asks you why you won't look in there for me.
I'm your husbands boss, the only woman he ever really tried to please
and after a night of trying to love him, I'm the graze on your kness.
And the bruise in your throat, where he got carried away
and the reason you can't ask him why he only loves you that way.
I'm the boy that got you in trouble as kids after you said that he could touch yours if you could touch his,
I'm the pact he went back on and the guilt you've carried since
in the dry flakes of spit on the edge of your lips.

I'm the ghost of your past
and your fathers before that
and 'til the last one is done with
I'll keep coming back.

You're the moment I wake up to realise they're still gone.
You're the reason there's nowhere I'll ever belong.
You're the river where I tried drowning my past
and you're the hands it climbed out with the night before last.

You're the reason they're gone and they're not coming back.
You're my EKG spiking on my first heart attack.
You're why living this hard has made my body so soft.
You're the blood on my hands I see after I cough.

You're the reason he died all alone in the dark
and why I'll only ever be half now of one big broken heart.
You're the reason I can't love her for no good reason at all,
why I climb up so high just to watch myself fall.

You're me as a kid, planning on running away
and you're why I'm running still to this very day.
You're my flimsy excuses, you're used to the fact
that if I keep going, I'll keep coming back.

We're the reason this fire turn the sand into glass;
so we can blame our reflections for the stupid questions they ask.
We're the reason the sunlight makes green of the grass.
And being green ain't easy, believe me, just ask, I know

that's why our bodies make angels when they fall in the snow
and though no two are alike, we still spend out whole lives
trying to find a way
to photosynthesise.

To become something more, start tipping the scale,
so what's the reason we continually fail?
We're the reason the sun won't stop chasing the moon
and we're the reason he'll catch up to her soon.

So if you are the reason I've been circling the city all night,
then I am the reason we're so much alike.

We're the ghosts of last night
and the night before last
and we'll keep coming back
until I am the last.

ghost of last night
and the night before that
and I am the last one
I'll always come back.