CLOCKWORK.

❂ THE GHOST IN MY CLOSET.

VERSE ONE:
i talk to the ghost in my closet
with words that only we comprehend
he was alive once, but his soul was stolen
so i'm on the search for it... along for my own and
to own a treasure chest, with a million keys
when the right one was dangling from your ear, dropped to your feet, and disappeared
we lose our transparency, as we age through time
but i've seen through you, since all of our past lives

CHORUS:
if you know something i don't, don't say it yet
past the ever-changing timezones, we're light-years ahead
i wonder if you see me, when the others can't
am i an alien to you, or a planet to be landed on— but you must stay there
on earth, where you have millions of friends by your side
billions of cells, in this small body of yours and mine

VERSE TWO:
they say, "if you have a reason for living,
you're not living correctly."
'cause even life's a test, but who's marking it?
the pen is in your hands, write on the walls
write so much the words start to speak, on their own
they say, "if you enjoy life as it is,
you're doing it wrong,
your hope's too big to resist it;
cut it into half,"

you say, "if you see a god, it's your reflection,
"if you doubt you'd pass it all, you're second-guessing."

(CHORUS)

BRIDGE:
because of you,
i was never alone in my room
when my heart broke, you picked the pieces
i glue it together, but my hands shake
"nothing's deceiving me" i whisper out loud,
you hear me, while i cry a symphony
my mind's in the clouds, my body is weightless
my words are speechless, my soul is speaking
do you hear it?
or is the noise of the world too loud to hear my subtle footsteps
what is sight, if there's nothing pretty to look at?

but, if i see a god, it's my reflection
if I doubt i'll pass it all, i'm second guessing

(CHORUS)