The Wrong Ghost in Brussels

[Intro]
[Verse]
Two a.m. in the transit hall
Shadows stretch against the wall
Damp fur heavy on my skin
Where do the old lies begin?
Brussels breathes in grey and white
A ghost is out of place tonight
I watch the fog against the glass
Waiting for the hour to pass
[Pre-Chorus]
Smudged stamps on a yellow page
A bird inside a gilded cage
I see the match, I feel the spark
A predator within the dark
[Chorus]
You’re the wrong ghost, my dear
The one I didn’t want to hear
Old debts in a velvet glove
Not a trace of war or love
Just the quiet, cold prickle
Of the sand inside the sickle
Yeah, you’re the wrong ghost
The one I fear the most
[Post-Chorus]
Cold prickle on my neck
Waiting for the final check
Cold prickle on my skin
Let the paranoia in
[Verse]
Lukewarm coffee in a paper cup
Never dared to look straight up
But I saw your reflection shine
Crossed a very dangerous line
My loaded lighter’s in the car
Parked beneath a frozen star
In the glove box, out of sight
Hiding from the neon light
[Pre-Chorus]
Smudged stamps on a yellow page
A bird inside a gilded cage
I see the match, I feel the spark
A predator within the dark
[Chorus]
You’re the wrong ghost, my dear
The one I didn’t want to hear
Old debts in a velvet glove
Not a trace of war or love
Just the quiet, cold prickle
Of the sand inside the sickle
Yeah, you’re the wrong ghost
The one I fear the most
[Bridge]
Berlin walls and wire fences
Dulling down my tired senses
The train is late, the fog is deep
Secrets that I meant to keep
Are walking toward me on the floor
I’ve seen this silhouette before
No more running, no more hide
Nowhere left to step aside
[Verse]
He sits three rows to the left
Silent, steady, and bereft
The Wurlitzer begins to groan
I am suddenly alone
Brussels fog is like a shroud
Thinking far too fast and loud
He doesn't have the secret sign
He's just waiting for what's mine
[Chorus]
You’re the wrong ghost, my dear
The one I didn’t want to hear
Old debts in a velvet glove
Not a trace of war or love
Just the quiet, cold prickle
Of the sand inside the sickle
Yeah, you’re the wrong ghost
The one I fear the most
[Post-Chorus]
Cold prickle on my neck
Waiting for the final check
Cold prickle on my skin
Let the paranoia in
[Outro]