Sometimes when I lie in your bed
I kiss a phantom, romanticise the dead
Nothing's a let down when words become inbred
Sometimes I dream of alternate events, of
Ways to rephrase the tongues discontent, oh
Kiss me goodnight while I dream I'm uninvolved
And sometimes I forget
Sometimes I dream of us the living dead, of
Ghosts in machines, parodies we invent, oh
Don't play along
Slip out the window
To a ghost, to
Places of no note, while
I'm stranded in hotels with
Pictures of someone else
Sometimes when I lie in your bed
I kiss a phantom, romanticise the dead.