Walking through gardens that I don't remember
I'm passing through hallways I don't understand
Haunting a house that I've lived in for ages
My thousand-yard stare going straight through my hands
Watch my limbs go clear
I'm becoming what I've feared
In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show the world I still exist
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All of my friends are just passing right through me
I'm not being seen while I'm being watched
So I'll mess with the temperature, hide in the shadows
I'll shake all the windows and jiggle the locks
Just want someone to see
What a scary ass ghost I'd be
In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show the world I still exist
Do you hear me through all the radio static?
Can you see me through the window in the attic?
Do you hear me through all the radio static?
Can you see me through the window in the attic?
In a year or two they'll tell tales of my presence
A pair of red eyes, a chill so unpleasant
These days I feel like a face in the mist
Trying to show myself I still exist