Count your fears one by one
Shield them in the setting sun
Late at night in your dusk
Lift your eyes dare to see
The shadow of your lover ghost
Stealing what he mustn't see
Your fears tight under his arm
Breath's cold silence all he speaks
Your fears just under his skin
Now a part of him you can love
I am the cold that flows in your veins
I am the pestilence that wets your skin
I am the hand upon your heart
That stops it beating in your sleep
I am many things each I hate
But each shows a simple truth
I am the ghost
Yet you haunt me
I am the ghost
And you, you haunt me
You haunt me