A Boy Called Haunts

Anna against the light
Dance through a different night
Oh, how you laughed at nothing

Anna against the sheets
Dream that you're still asleep
Oh, how I let you down

In this kitchenette how I haunt you
As your eyes go dancing through the telescope
Into his father's allotment
Where your knees will bend and tremble in his
I bite my words into whispers

Anna tugs at my sheets
This costume's a part of me
Oh, how you laughed at nothing

We set our cars on fire and watched how all
The streets seemed to bend like girls
Dancing through the lens of some old camera
In these human hands that she wants to want to be on her skin

Say you're not that girl and I'm not that boy
Shaking like a ghost I will tiptoe backwards

In this kitchenette how I haunt you
As your eyes go dancing through the telescope
Into his father's allotment
Where your knees will bend and tremble in his
I bite my words and swallow them whole