| I’m the tap that keeps on dripping |
| The dog that’s scratching at your door |
| I’m the nagging guilty feeling |
| You can’t find a reason for |
| I’m the rattle of your window |
| That always keeps you half awake |
| I’m the ink stain on her love letter |
| I’m the cold you just can’t shake |
| And every day I cry for you |
| And wish that you were crying too |
| But you don’t feel my pain |
| You don’t see my sorrow |
| And the thing that hurts the most |
| Is I’m just a ghost |
| I’m the frayed thread on your jacket |
| That always links you to the crime |
| I’m your victim and your accomplice |
| Forever frozen here in time |
| And I live in the shadow lands |
| Of hopeless dreams and shifting sands, but |
| You don’t feel my pain |
| You don’t see my sorrow |
| And the thing that hurts the most |
| Is I’m just a ghost |
| I miss the way you used to taste |
| I miss your touch and face |
| Your secret place but |
| You don’t feel my pain |
| You don’t see my sorrow |
| And the thing that hurts the most |
| Is I’m just a ghost |
| You don’t feel my pain |
| You don’t see my sorrow |
| And the thing that hurts the most |
| Is I’m just a ghost… |