The ghost of summer
And of winter
Eventually spring
Enveloped by your words
Engulfed by words
Engulfed by words
Engulfed by words
You're moving inside my head
Bit by bit
I'm looking and seeing your world
With specks of dust
Specks of you
Around my eyes
And I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
I'm not haunted
By this