Numbered Days

I'm starting from scratch inside
But the visions of you are still here in me
The visions of you are still me

Counting each ghost now, I'm blacking out in sound
I'm marking each one down filling up with doubt
All at the same time, all at the same time

They ought to know, they ought to know
That I just want them to leave
When will they go away? When will they go away?

All of my ghosts are back in town tonight
All of my ghosts waiting for the spite
All at the same time, all at the same time
All in the same line, all at the same time

And then they hide, I'm trying to catch them but they slip through everything
They ought to know, they ought to know
Even obscured in jagged space, I'll come back to you
I'll come back to you

I'll come back to you
Will you come back to me?