I believe I’ve seen a ghost
And I don’t know who it is
It just follows me around
Pretending to exist

I’ve never related more
To anything or anyone before
I can’t explain it

I see longing in its eyes
I can’t quite put my finger on it
There’s just something about its face
That makes me sad
It’s as much afraid as it’s haunted

I’ve never related more
To anything or anyone before
I can’t explain it

Politely, I asked: Are you real?
It said: Here, let me prove it
It placed its hand in my hand
And neither one of us could feel it

Don’t kill the messenger, it begged
You’re alive, quit acting like you’re dead
Like a mirror, it spoke so clear
Don’t you recognize the reason why you’re here?

To be enchanted
To be enchanted