Lyric

Like an old video tape, I play you back

Searching for colors in the white and the black

But every rewind makes the picture so thin

Losing the touch of your original skin

The fog is rising, the lines start to tear

I’m reaching for whispers that aren't even there

Don't disappear, don't fade into gray

I've watched this a million times, day after day

Your smile is static, your voice is a hiss

I’m losing the ghost of your very last kiss

Flickering memories, worn-out and weak

The only truth that I’m trying to seek

If the dice could be thrown, if the game could reset

I wouldn't choose loneliness, or this deep regret

Between the memory and the real you

The difference is hurting, but what can I do?

Stop the tape

Don't let it end

I want the real thing

Not the ghost of a friend