I woke up this morning, and never felt so much pain
All the little sympathies have gone away again
I kept on tellin' myself I'll never love you more
But then I went and found you with the ghosts who live next door
And the first time that I saw you, we were standing in line
And every little piece of me is frozen in that time
The man behind the counter, he was fighting his own war
But it's nothing compared to the ghosts who live next door
And I don't know what you say and do not mean
I don't know just what you think of me
You've bereft me of my vanities, I wish I could tell you more
But I keep being silenced by the ghosts who live next door
I can hear the silence of the ghosts who live next door