I am a ghost haunting my own past
Wandering streets I wandered before
Am I an old soul in a new body
Or an old body carrying a new soul?
Somehow I am the same
Somehow I am someone else
I am a ghost haunting my own past
A tourist exploring a life I once knew
A world that is familiar and yet
No longer the same as it was then
The things I left behind
Did they leave me as well?
Other souls walk these old streets
Ones I know, they know me in turn
Despite time, despite change
To them I am still the same
The face I show is different
But what's inside remains
The past is a nice place to visit
Well, parts of it, I suppose
This ghost shall wander and roam
And sometimes make her way home
Where the past waits for her
With familiar open arms