Ghostess - Jake Morley

This place is haunted by the echoes of your elegance

It’s like some dusty old museum

Screening us behind a velvet rope

Your make-up in my bathroom

Your socks I wear when I have none

Still sleeping on your mattress

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Still find your hairs on my clothes

How can it all be over

When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Am I awake or dreaming

Is this you I think I’m seeing

No you’re just one step ahead

Toying with my tired head

Everywhere I go there’s something that reminds me of you

It’s like I’m some old TV detective

Piecing through the clues of all we were

Your make-up in my bathroom

Your socks I wear when I have none

Still sleeping on your mattress

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Still find your hairs on my clothes

How can it all be over

When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Each night you come for me

Why won’t you leave me be

Still sleep on my side of the bed

I leave a space for you each night

Still sleeping on your mattress

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Still find your hairs on my clothes

How can it all be over

When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Your make-up in my bathroom

Your socks I wear when I have none

Still sleeping on your mattress

I feel you here you’re my ghostess

Still find your hairs on my clothes

How can it all be over

When our toothbrushes still seem to kiss

I feel you here you’re my ghostess