09. Ghosts in the Inbox

[Intro] Blue light on the ceiling, Names I never kept, Another little promise That vanished while I slept. [Verse 1] They came like rain on glass, A hundred windows bright, All perfume made of pixels, All hunger made of night. Some wanted gold I never had, Some wanted just the game, Some left a spark inside me And disappeared without a name. [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why you opened If you never meant the door; Tell me why the echo Always asks for something more. [Chorus] Ghosts in the inbox, Hearts without hands, Love like a coastline Made out of sand. You touched the lonely wire, Then left it in the rain; Ghosts in the inbox, Do not teach me pain. [Verse 2] I did not chase the circus, It came to find my room, A carousel of faces Spinning under digital moon. To be wanted is a fever, To be dropped is a blade, And every silent ending Is a debt that never paid. [Hook] If you are real, then stay. If you are kind, then say. [Extension 1 - Verse 3] There is no wound like maybe, No prison like almost, No trial like affection From an unaccountable ghost. They call it only flirting, They call it only fun, But trust can bleed in silence Long after they are done. [Bridge] I remember the story of a man Reduced to someone else’s name, And though my cage was digital, Humiliation knows the same. Not the body, but the spirit, Not the chain, but the doubt, When the heart keeps asking questions No one stayed to answer out. [Chorus] Ghosts in the inbox, Hearts without hands, Love like a coastline Made out of sand. You touched the lonely wire, Then left it in the rain; Ghosts in the inbox, Do not teach me pain. [Female Echo] Stay if you are human. Speak if you are true. [Extension 2 - Final Movement] I will not let the vanishing Define the shape of me, I will keep a guarded window But not destroy the key. For somewhere past the theatre, Past the scam and pretty lie, There may be one living answer Who can look me in the eye. [Final Moral] Do not play with lonely people, Do not harvest someone’s flame; Every heart you open gently Should be honoured by your name. [Final Chorus] Ghosts in the inbox, Hearts without hands, Love like a coastline Made out of sand. You touched the lonely wire, Then left it in the rain; Ghosts in the inbox, Do not teach me pain. [Outro] If you are real, then stay. If you are kind, then say. Ghosts in the inbox fade away.