...But I still feel that you're alive.

That you lie awake on the other side of the earth

and we could use the soil between us

as a telephone where we could talk for hours.

I would like to meet you again, but

the authorities say that I cannot bring a shovel.

Besides, it would not be the same.

This sounds like a stupid question, but

do you believe in ghosts?

I really want to talk to yours.

'Cause I want to say goodbye 

to you one more time.

I'll probably forget to say that though.