This mess we make, these hearts we break You say "Memories, these lines on your face" I hate the silence, the empty space Things we left behind, things we misplaced Lost and alone, I know the feeling Thought of us dancing on the ceiling But I'm just dancing and we're cool I guess if he's got a funny sight to wake It's taking your breath away And if he's got a funny way of saying I'm not gonna dance with you Although that you want me to Better to dance alone Than to dance with a ghost I'm not gonna dance with you Not like I used to Better to dance alone Than to dance with a ghost Dance with a ghost Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh