its a quiet night with no voices talking its dark and i hear the footsteps walking i crowd around my door to hear the knocking through the knob can you hear my heart hit and pound and throb? its the sight of your ghost. it smells so like you acts so like you, just like you do could this? oh could this be, where i stand there, and you stare i look back and put my hands in my pockets and wait, to see? you can enter me but i can't to you just its how you do that keeps me on my own toes.