Realization comes through reaping 

Reality contained in quite 

My companions are walking corpses 

I am buried with your words 

Turned their backs to me 

Scared to see the ghost 

Turned and walked away 

Scared to see the ghost 

Time to go one last look, one last touch. A ghost to those I love 

Time to go one last look, one last touch. Goodbye to those I love 

So close 

So close to separation 

A ghost without a grave 

A ghost without a name 

So close