You or a Ghost?

Is that you or a ghost?
'cause I can't tell
You've been such a gracious host
But it's time to go
I take my show on the road
I'll be famous in a day
But that won't mean a thing
If my senses fail

Well cut me to pieces
And sort me out
Is this all that love is about?

Well I got a photograph
In a box inside my room
With pieces left of you
Beside my bed

Well cut me to pieces
And sort me out
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is, whoah, whoah
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is, whoah, whoah
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is about?

Well I'm not made of stone
And I don't wanna be alone
I think I'm on my way
To the very thing that I'm afraid of

Well cut me to pieces
And sort me out
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is, whoah, whoah
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is, whoah, whoah
(Ooooh) Is this all that love is about?