i'm here in my room againnndancing with a ghost who i used to knownnbut i'm face down in my bed andnnnnthree years of memoriesnncome pouring down like a thunderstormnndrowning out my head and i want it to dry out andleavenncause when there's a ghost in your bednnit can get so hard to sleepnnnnand with every lightning flashnnyour face come back right from the cloudsnnand you float right down and lie down next to mennnni reach out to touch your hair but my fingers find nothing but airnni can see you bright as day but i'm so alonenni'm just dancing with a ghostnni'm just dancing with a ghostnnnnthis last weekendnni stood on the shores of lake michigannnand i watched the waves move sand around my feetnnnnat this time i was so afraidnncause you were the home in which i stayednnand now im left here standing on two feetnnthinking about the day i watched you leavennand all the secrets that lay beneath the sheetsnnnnand i miss you