This mess we make, these hearts we break
You say "Memories, these lines on your face"
I hate the silence, the empty space
Things we left behind, things we misplaced
Lost and alone, I know the feeling
Thought of us dancing on the ceiling
But I'm just dancing and we're cool
I guess if he's got a funny sight to wake
It's taking your breath away
And if he's got a funny way of saying
I'm not gonna dance with you
Although that you want me to
Better to dance alone
Than to dance with a ghost
I'm not gonna dance with you
Not like I used to
Better to dance alone
Than to dance with a ghost
Dance with a ghost
Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh