Your Ghost

[Craig Wedren]
Your ghost, your ghost
Makes me invisible, make me invisible
You speak, you speak
But you're not really there, no, you're not really there
There's a consequence, a consequence
For crossing the line, crossing the line

[Craig Wedren]
How do you do what you do to me?
I see you tonight under the stars of the night sky
We'll keep on pretending that we belong
[?]
'Cause I belong with people who try
To [?] that rest within [?]