They cheer for me,
With joy and addiction.
Eager to hear each sound
That escapes my mouth.
Dipping themselves,
Drowning together
In the music that they love.
But the stage is empty.
Cause I’m not really there,above.
I’m choking ,somewhere, on tears
Holding in my arms our dying love.
And though you stand in the crowd.
You’re not really there.
Are you?
Cause you have come to leave.
To leave the ghost of the man,
Whose love you once believed.
