Verse 1

You left your sweater

On the back of that old chair

Dust in the sunlight

Still pretending you are there

I wash the same two cups

Though I drink my coffee alone

Talk to the doorway

Like you’re walking back home

Chorus

Are we just ghosts in the strobe

Fading slow

Fading slow

Every memory in slow motion

Won’t let go

Won’t let go

I keep your shadow on my skin

Like a bruise the dark won’t show

Are we just ghosts in the strobe