Eventually, you always let go. That part of you will slip away and fade into a memory, or a scar. You have given up the ghost.
Lyrics:
Wherever you’re alive
I’m with you
Wherever you’re alive
I’m with you
I think you should give up the ghost
Give up the ghost
Stretch your hands and
Stretch your fingertips
Give up the ghost
Give up the ghost
Stretch your hands in mine
And die
Like all the other times
And die
Like all the other times