Ghosts of syllables

Again you caught me at the cellar door
But everybody needs a little more, little more
Yeah everybody's got a broken heart
You don't believe it watch it from the start
Yeah everybody's got a broken heart
And broken things gotta fall apart

You're fading fast, from the past
And then the colors in the photograph, photographs
And when I dream, I dream of you
But I'm out of sync, yeah it's nothing new
I'm out of sync, yeah it's nothing new
And loneliness I am nothing to
I'm out of sync, yeah you know it's true
But loneliness I am nothing to

Fond meetings and the messages you never send
It's the step between the lines
Disconnected, yeah
You calculated all the words that I never said
They're just ghosts of syllables
They float around you
They float all around you

They float all around you
They float all around you