Lyrics:

I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams.
While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,
Like, 'I won't be dead yet.' I said, 'You don't understand.
We had no control. They stole it; love's been so unfair to me.'
'But see, boy, that's my point. You must move on.'
Then felt her ghost move in me.
I heard her voice call out my name but this time it faded out - away.
'I'll bury it today.'
So I breathed her name out into a cold, cold room,
Watched her ghost ascend the walls and then dissolve,
'This time I choose to let her go.
I will not let my fear become the only world I've ever known.
I know my heart, kiss my mouth, set me free - I've wounds to mend.
And we'll be more than friends, my dear;
I fear I've changed my mind again.'
'But boy, you're too late. Oh, God, it's too late.'