Lyrics

Sooner rather later on When your ghost is glad to see me We were lazing on the lawn As the train that we were on Was invisible and gone It's impossible to hear But I recognize it's dear The way that I do The way that I do There were phantoms in the waves From the ferry I could spy When I slowly turned away From the corner of my eye Saw a salty spirit rise It's impossible to see But I recognize it's sweet The way that I do The way that I do When we get back to the beach Like a silent breathy whisper Both my ears can barely reach A decibel so quietly An apparition violently Is impossible to shape But I recognize its shape The way that I do The way that I do Naa-na-na-naaa Naa-na-na-naaa Naa-na-na-naaa Naa-na-na-naaa Naa-na-na-naaa Naa-na-na-naaa