Seeing past
My fingers touch the glass
In the world
Left behind
The breeze and sea
Miami
I wish you were around
Windblown sand on the freeway
Palm trees rustle overhead
Better off dead
You had the machines all running
Now I hear they're cracking down
Once I held you close
Guess it's just the work
And your ghost
Holding me here now
The coat of night wrapped around me
Worrying at the threads
Better off dead