Sixth Sense - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Blake]

A dinner for one, dishes for two

A half empty bottle sitting in the living room

A stain on the glass, lips of red wine

It looks so familiar, used to kiss them all the time

That I spent watching you getting dressed

Now I just see clothes on the carpet

Is there a ghost living in my apartment?

'Cause heaven knows I've been feeling haunted

By your voice, by your scent

All these empty promises

Is it you?

Or just my sixth sense?

A brush on my arm, cold as a knife

Who turned on the TV in the middle of the night?

Thе telephone rings, I answеr "hello?"

I'll [?], so tragic

Alone with the [?] on your side of the bed

Yeah you used to lay there instead

Is there a ghost living in my apartment?

'Cause heaven knows I've been feeling haunted

By your voice, by your scent

All these empty promises

Is it you?

Or just my sixth sense?

I lit all the candles surrounded by flames

Do we need a seance to communicate?

How could I even generate something to say?

A reason for bringing us back from the grave

Is there a ghost living in my apartment?

'Cause heaven knows I've been feeling haunted

By your voice, by your scent

All these empty promises

Is it you?

Or just my sixth sense?