| She kept summer days for drifting away… |
| … To a mind in disarray, the English sky’s too Oxford grey. |
| Failing to see through God-awful views… |
| … She would burn like dreamers do. |
| It pays off for the lucky few. |
| I’m leaving, believe me. |
| I’m leaving, believe me now… Our dreams sleep… |
| I’ll keep summer days for drifting away… |
| … As my mind slips through the haze of tower blocks that mark decay. |
| Days and dreams align, but now I’m blind. |
| And your words were so unkind. |
| Why would you say I’ve lost my mind? |
| I’m leaving, believe me. |
| I’m leaving, believe me now… Our dreams sleep in the ground. |
| I’m leaving, believe me. |
| I’m leaving, believe me now… Our dreams sleep… |
| Now these distant memories move slow. Burning like an effigy of hope. |
| Cause even though it chokes me to know I was always meant for Chasing After |
| Ghosts, |
| One day I’ll let… |
| This love is all, this love is all, this love is all |
| There’s nothing more |
| This love is all, this love is all, this love is all |
| There’s nothing more |
| This love is all… There’s nothing more! |
| And it chokes me to know I was always meant for Chasing After Ghosts |
| And so, I’ll leave you on your own |
| You’re still dancing through my mind, despite how hard I try to let this go I can’t let you… |