Feeding the ghost

Susurrando pra nao incomodar a locatária:

- Ta?!
- Umrum, acho que sim...
- Pois é entao, registrando a ultima noite de Paquera na Alemanha e a gente vai gravar uma música que a gente fez aqui em meia hora, uma música muito xaropinha, estilo Kelly Clarkson rsrsrsrs
- rsrsrs, tem nada haver cara!

Um som de guitarra desplugada e um canto susurrado:

Wood-like glassy eyes
Mirror through paradise (a reflection)

She came running
Stopped by scanning to find me (such an illusion)

But just to think about it
I am on my knees
Just right off the bat
Just right off the bat

And I live inside of my mind
Where I can find you passing by
People may say that I've got a disease
And I laugh...

Só o som de guitarra agora...

- Esqueci de novo...Perai eu vou lembrar...

I cook the meal of the night
On the table two plates
For you and I
But you're not hungry today

Mr. Burrows shakes his head
Looking out of his window
"What the hell... The kid is feeding the ghost again!!"

And I live inside of my mind
Where I can find you passing by
People may say that I've got a disease
And I laugh, I laugh, I laugh...
To me.

- Tudo errado de novo...