Isnt it strange How often we've been thinking Isnt it strange How often we forget we're ghosts Moving on from All of the living that we've done Nothing wrong with A bit more time with my love I'm not quite finished expressing my love From far beyond where we used to roam Stuck at home She's planting flowers in my mind So unknown by Everyone with a heartbeat Come on inside but dont touch our things So long as we're still haunting the place