Realization comes through reaping 
Reality contained in quite 
My companions are walking corpses 
I am buried with your words 
Turned their backs to me 
Scared to see the ghost 
Turned and walked away 
Scared to see the ghost 
Time to go one last look, one last touch. A ghost to those I love 
Time to go one last look, one last touch. Goodbye to those I love 
So close 
So close to separation 
A ghost without a grave 
A ghost without a name 
So close