I never leave my home
I just sit in my apartment
And when I need to walk
Back in time
Then I do it in the darkness
You were so dashing then
The last one to leave the party
I need to feel the floor caving in
When I want you to haunt me
I can't let you go
I want to love you
Want to love you
Feels like eighty years ago
But I'm still coming for you
Coming For you
I know a man who talks to ghosts
Fakes as the trees in La Conga
You told him you need to fly
Fly away
But will you stay a little longer
I can't let you go
I want to love you
Want to love you
Feels like eighty years ago
But I'm still coming for you
Coming For you
You were so dashing then
Arms like beams from a projector
Light up the cigarettes wafting in
Words that linger like a specter
I can't let you go
I want to love you
Want to love you
Feels like eighty years ago
But I'm still coming for you
Coming For you