Lyric

White linen sheets and the smell of your tea

Still lingering here, haunting me

I trace the lines where you used to lay

Watching the shadows turning to gray

( Yeah, they’re turning gray...)

Everything’s quiet, just the hum of the fridge

Looking for a way to cross the bridge

Back to the moments when you were mine

Back to the rhythm, back to the line

We’re just coastal ghosts in a lonely town

Trying to keep our heads while we’re drifting down

I’m caught in the ripple, caught in the haze

Losing myself in these vintage days

And I see your face in the silver light

Searching for us in the middle of the night

We're fading fast, yeah we're losing the spark

Two lonely shadows dancing in the dark

Yeah, we’re drifting, drifting low

Nowhere left for us to go

Just ghosts in the blue, just ghosts of you

Found your old polaroid under the bed

Still hearing the echoes of the things you said

Gold on your skin in the Malibu sun

I didn’t know we were already done

(I didn't see it coming, baby)

Everything’s quiet, just the hum of the fridge

Looking for a way to cross the bridge

Back to the moments when you were mine

Back to the rhythm, back to the line

We’re just coastal ghosts in a lonely town

Trying to keep our heads while we’re drifting down

I’m caught in the ripple, caught in the haze

Losing myself in these vintage days

And I see your face in the silver light

Searching for us in the middle of the night

We're fading fast, yeah we're losing the spark

Two lonely shadows dancing in the dark

Yeah, we’re drifting, drifting low

Nowhere left for us to go

Just ghosts in the blue, just ghosts of you

We’re just coastal ghosts, drifting out to sea

Finally letting go of the memory of you and me

Everything I am leads back to you

In the haze... in the blue

Just ghosts in the blue

(Yeah, just ghosts...)