The Ghosts That Haunt Me Video (MV)

Drops of memories, wafting in the air
I can't see them as much as I could before

Every corner I step around finds dandelions underneath my feet
And I bend down to straighten them out and blow their seeds 'till Monday rolls around

The night train comes 'round, blowing its whistle at me
This parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent from the ghosts that haunt me

And the land is shaky from infinite holes and I begin to fall
Tumbling down to how you sound without your voice around

And the night train comes 'round blowing its whistle at me
This parcel of memory gift wrapped and silent from the ghosts that haunt me

So please tell me who left you there
Where you shouldn't be standing alone for awhile

Until I digress to what remains
To be seen as an afterglow
With so much future untold

You're so sad