I like it    I don't like it

Everytime I think of you, I feel the coldest chill,
I think about your great escape,
An artist with an expert skills,
It's painful when you're not around,
But it's bound to change,

You're the ghost,
Empty are these hands,
Empty are these hands,
You're the ghost,
There's no turning back,
No turning back.

Every time these lights go out,
I'm in this fire drill
With blood shot eyes I stand on guard this room is quiet and still,
I was never one to lay any blame for the story is the same

You're the ghost,
Empty are these hands,
You're the ghost,
There's no turning back,
There's no turning back.

You're the ghost,
Empty are these hands,
You're the ghost,
There's no turning back,
There's no turning back.