Haunted

This could be enough
Did we gaze across the floor of the club
This organ’s making a mess of my ribs
I’m just bones away from showing him
How it feels
I think I need him to notice
I think I need to feel it, when I’m not here
I want to know is he haunted
I want to know if he dreams of my body near
Does he dream what I dream?
Is he behind the door?
Is he in the glow of his phone? Light me up
I need séance
I think I need re-li-g-i-on
Don’t make it up
I think I need him to notice
I think I need him to feel it, when I’m not here
I want to know is he haunted
I want to know if he thinks of my body near
Does he fear what I fear?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
I’ll come and pave the way
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
Try not to speculate
I’m walking the hill overlooking his street
The mornin' sun risin' my hairs
And i feel that heat
I slowly dare to tread where he has been
And an outline forms in front of me now
He opens the door