Lyric

Met you at Intelligentsia, Tuesday at three

You were wearing that denim jacket you stole from me

Coffee went cold while we talked about leaving this town

Tracing the cracks in your iPhone, just staring down

We were drinking PBR on a Silver Lake balcony

Thinking the world was as small as our salary

Now I’m driving down Sunset with no one beside

Watching the neon reflection of all that we hid

Passed by that diner where we stayed 'til the sun came up

Still got your lipstick mark on my favorite cup

I know you’re in Brooklyn, or maybe in London now

Trying to forget all the things that we didn't allow

It’s a long way back to the 4th of July

When we didn't need a reason to even try

One more light, one more mile

Just to catch the ghost of your crooked smile!

Oh, we’re just ghosts in Silver Lake tonight

Chasing the shadows in the morning light

Everything’s changed, but I’m still the same

Whispering secrets to a digital name

Silver Lake ghosts

You can’t rewrite the ending of a story we burned

You can’t un-learn the lessons that we never learned

But if you’re ever back on this side of the coast

I’ll be the one who’s haunted the most

Oh, we’re just ghosts in Silver Lake tonight

Chasing the shadows in the morning light

Everything’s changed, but I’m still the same

Whispering secrets to a digital name

Silver Lake ghosts