Through time, we keep on changing shape
Soon we will, exist only in tapes
Made a wish, a chance where you come back
I can't exist, with only these flashbacks
I find it gets me down
Even with stars reaching out
Composed of things I'll never know entirely
I'm still here alone
With a ghost story
Would you, compete to keep authority
Conclude, you're with the mass majority
Then you'll find you can't relate
Avoid the hell, and broken same mistakes
I find it gets me down
Even with stars reaching out
Composed of things I'll never know entirely
I'm still here alone
With a ghost story