Ghost

I watch your crimson fingers scatter like the sun
I am still half dreaming
My eyes are still half shut
I know that there is no winner
But maybe I have won

I can't read the signals
I guess that book is closed
I reach for reassurance
The thing that I want most
You can see me naked
Without taking off my clothes

I'm underneath the table
I'm the bedsheets on your back
I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked
I am here and nowhere
I am always in between
I'm not being literal
But you know what I mean

Now the middle's over
The afterthought is close
Every time it calls me, I can't seem to say no
Don't ask me what I wish for
I'm just waiting to go home

I'm underneath the table
I'm the bedsheets on your back
I am in the front room where the DVDs are stacked
I'm the hand that greets you
I'm the knocking at your door
I'm always 'round the corner
I'm the greed that yearns for more

I am here and nowhere
I am always in between
I'm not being literal
But you know what I mean