Strangers
I would hold your hand but we might as well be strangers
Take the other room, might as well be the moon, this is dangerous
I miss my world but I needed space to erase this
Did you find yourself after all?
Did you lose more than you thought?
After all
For the last few nights there's a ghost in my bed; she taunts me
Whispers in my ear, "do you wish she was here? don't you want me?"
I'm a hologram and you are stunningly haunting
Did you scare yourself after all?
Did you lose more than you thought?
Did you find yourself after all?
Did you lose more than you thought?
After all
Writer/s: Jose Sanchez
