IChase Ghosts

With every breath, I feel you ghosts at my back.
You follow me around and weave in and out of connection.
I feel you pass through me as you're pushed by the breeze.
Resonating through the air; memories in frequencies.

I find you in parts of the city, and in the cooling summer air.
I feel you in the sunlight playing through the trees.
Shimmering tangles, you run your icy fingers through my hair.

Old chords and haunting melodies open the floodgates I've put up for you.
Every once and again I hear your voice singing along.

I'm always chasing something that's at my back.

I search each crowd for the eyes, which once met mine.
Yours aren’t quite the same shade, but I bet that they'll do fine.
Every hand on the rail reminds me of your skin,
Transparency is all I ever find.

Memories in frequencies..
Memories in frequencies..
Memories in frequencies..

i chase ghosts.