Inside a quiet shopping arcade
Dreams are ruined but rarely made
They fade away

A tradition of needing to hide
Outcast settlements for the dead
Who don’t die

(chorus)
I want you to know that I’m not a ghost yet
The company man looks so desolate
Domestic abuse victims violence and debt
I want you to know I’m not a ghost yet

As sunlight falls over a broken life
A wreck of constellations, a city
So hostile

Scattered debris in the Bible-black air
All life’s possessions in a carrier bag
Of despair

(chorus)
I want you to know that I’m not a ghost yеt
A company man looks so desolate
Domestic abusе victims violence and debt
I want you to know
I’m not a ghost yet
I’m— not a ghost yet
Not a ghost yet
I want you to know that I’m not a ghost yet
The company man looks so desolate
Domestic abuse victims violence and debt
I want you to know
I’m not a ghost yet
Not a ghost yet
Not a ghost yet