Ghost

I watch your crimson fingers scatter like the sun I am still half dreaming My eyes are still half shut I know that there is no winner But maybe I have won I can't read the signals I guess that book is closed I reach for reassurance The thing that I want most You can see me naked Without taking off my clothes I'm underneath the table I'm the bedsheets on your back I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked I am here and nowhere I am always in between I'm not being literal But you know what I mean Now the middle's over The afterthought is close Every time it calls me, I can't seem to say no Don't ask me what I wish for I'm just waiting to go home I'm underneath the table I'm the bedsheets on your back I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked I'm the hand that greets you I'm the knocking at your door I'm always 'round the corner I'm the greed that yearns for more I am here and nowhere I am always in between I'm not being literal But you know what I mean