When I think, i think of you
In bright, beautiful hues
And yet I loathe the sound of gulls
We sat there and listened to the ocean
Eating lunch, talking of a future that never was
Watching the rust against the ships hulls

When I dream, it's always you
Still tearing through my head
Your words screaming a line of blue
The insults, the lying, the hurt
Praying it would never end and it would
I can never escape the ghost of you