Won't believe it
I won't believe what they have to say
A tragedy strikes to soon
Too soon
Too soon
Come and feel the phantom
Come feel it close
What you miss the most
Is what you'll miss the most
Don't believe it
I don't believe what they have to say
My god
What have they done to you
Done to you
Done to you
And I can hear a faint cry
Deafening the woes
Of what I miss the most
Of shadows and ghosts
And ghosts
And ghosts
And if you followed me
Well we would go
Quiet yet comforting
Through this null
That's how we'd go
That's how we'd go
That's how we'd go
Come and feel the phantom
Come feel it close
What you miss the most
Are shadows and ghosts
Just ghosts
Just ghosts