This could be enough Did we gaze across the floor of the club? This organ's making a mess of my ribs I'm just bones away from showing him How it feels I think I need him to notice I think I need him to feel it When I'm not here I wanna know, is he haunted? I want to know if he dreams of my body near Does he dream what I dream? Is he behind the door? Is he in the glow of his phone? Light me up I need to say I think I need religion Don't make it up I think I need him to notice I think I need him to feel it When I'm not here I want to know, is he haunted? I want to know if he thinks of my body near Does he fear what I fear? What do you think of me now? What do you think of me now? I'll come and pave the way What do you think of me now? What do you think of me now? Try not to speculate I'm walking the hill overlooking the street The moment sun rose in my ears And I feel that heat I slowly dare to tred where he has been And now life forms in front of me Now he opens the door