The Way I Do

Sooner rather later on
When your ghost is glad to see me
We were lazing on the lawn
As the train that we were on
Was invisible and gone
It’s impossible to hear
But I recognize it’s dear
The way that I do
The way that I do
There were phantoms in the waves
From the ferry I could spy
When I slowly turned away
From the corner of my eye
Saw a salty spirit rise
It’s impossible to see
But I recognize it’s sweet
The way that I do
The way that I do
When we get back to the beach
Like a silent breathy whisper
Both my ears can barely reach
A decibel so quietly
An apparition violently
Is impossible to shape
But I recognize its shape
The way that I do
The way that I do
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