I'm so tired of dreaming without falling asleep
I am a ghost town and no one's visiting me
I'm on the fast track to never existing at all
It's like riding a plane only hoping to fall
I'm so sick of the clothes that seem to be wearing me
out on the town, like I'm a heart on their sleeve
I'm on the fast track to never really learning to love
it's like holding your breath just to spite your lungs

So tell me,
Can a ghost fall in love with an angel?
I see heaven in your eyes, your grays and blues bring me back to life

I'm a rainstorm coming down hard over head
but everybody is safe in their beds
I'm on the fast track to never really counting at all
but you have been here with me all along

Hello stranger I'm a mess
all hands on deck set sails for nervous wreck
Cast away, Cast away