A space in what's important
A black hole of some kind
Not an apparition not the holy ghost
Not knowing what is wrong
Not stolen not lost or broken
Can't quite find it in me
Fading pulse can I survive
Not an apparition not the holy ghost
And scatters on the floor
As I move from door to door
When I hang my head in shame
It lies then on the floor
Searching for what I may never know
It's missing I can feel it
Not an apparition not the holy ghost
As I move from door to door
When I hang my head in shame
It lies there on the floor
Talks from inside me, silent to most
And scatters on the floor
It lies there on the floor