Nothing but

I stare at the ceiling, you're catching your breath

A perfect performance, a clinical flex

A beautiful, hollow, mechanical hex

I'm going through motions, I follow the script

I'm tasting the poison right off of your lip

It's just an equation, a chemical fake

I'm asleep at the wheel while you're fully awake

All of this friction, but none of the spark

Just a pair of empty shadows moving in the dark

Phantom touch, chasing down a ghost

Phantom touch, hollow to the host

Body in the bed, but the spirit moved on

Phantom touch. Keep the lights on

Heartbeats sync, but the rhythm is dead

I'm a million miles out from the edge of the bed

You'rе pulling me close, I'm adjusting the framе

We're playing a rigidly physical game

I memorize angles, I calculate space

I'm looking for memories inside of your face

The touch is authentic, the feeling is gone

I'm perfectly present but stringing you on

All of this friction, but none of the spark

Just a pair of empty shadows moving in the dark

Phantom touch, chasing down a ghost

Phantom touch, hollow to the host

Body in the bed, but the spirit moved on

Phantom touch. Keep the lights on

Amputated emotion, a severed connection

I'm faking the warmth of a human affection

The body is here but the soul is erased

I'm lost in the phantom, I'm lost in the space

Phantom touch, chasing down a ghost!

Phantom touch, hollow to the host!

Body in the bed, but the spirit moved on!

Phantom touch. Keep the lights on!

I can't even feel it, there is—