I don't think they're coming

I wrote a song to a ghost
I thought it'd help me let you go
I should've known
Those days would petrify me, turn to stone (Oh)
And I smelled the sky raining down
But I still held the world just for you
What I would do to pull me back to shore
Til' then I suffocate
And there's comfort in the way that I can't
Feel a thing
I wrote a song to a ghost
I thought it'd help me let you go
I should've known
Those days would petrify me, turned to stone now
And I smelled the sky raining down
But I still held the world just for you
What I would do to pull me back to shore
Til' then I suffocate