i liked you as soon as i saw younit was something about the waynyour sweater and your eyes were bluenand your hair was silver in the sunlightnand your hair was gray when the sun went behind the cloudsnwe run around and try to make the most of ourselvesnthen when we stopnwe're haunted by the ghost of ourselvesnand i've been running around and trying to make the most of myselfntil' that day i stoppednand let myself be hauntedni'm me outrunning myselfnso i stop and i hope my heartncan find menoh i hear it beating in the backgroundncatching upnsix or seven streets behind menyou were standing by the water where the seabirds were circlingni stood at a distancenregarding you regarding younhead thrown backnlooked like you were trying to drink the seanall alonenall aloneni liked you as soon as i saw younit was something about your handsnand the way you were smoking like king of flaming faggotsnyour fingers floating down from your mouth to your kneengently gentlynas a butterfly landsnwe run around and try to make the most of ourselvesnthen when we stopnwe're haunted by the ghost of ourselvesnoh oh oh oh ohnand i've been running around and trying to make the most of myselfntil' that day i stopped and let myself be hauntednby younbecause i liked you as soon as i saw younit was something about the waynyou simply stood therenas the light withdrew into a passing cloudnwhat more can i say