This could be enough
Did we gaze across the floor of the club?
This organ's making a mess of my ribs
I'm just bones away from showing him
How it feels
I think I need him to notice
I think I need him to feel it
When I'm not here
I wanna know, is he haunted?
I want to know if he dreams of my body near
Does he dream what I dream?
Is he behind the door?
Is he in the glow of his phone?
Light me up
I need to say
I think I need religion
Don't make it up
I think I need him to notice
I think I need him to feel it
When I'm not here
I want to know, is he haunted?
I want to know if he thinks of my body near
Does he fear what I fear?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
I'll come and pave the way
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
Try not to speculate
I'm walking the hill overlooking the street
The moment sun rose in my ears
And I feel that heat
I slowly dare to tred where he has been
And now life forms in front of me
Now he opens the door
