This windowsill is a place to start
Or the end, I can't tell the two apart
Little ghost, you grow, we still see past you
This much I know
I can't decide if I'm in the fog
Or I'm close, and I've been here all along
I'd fill my lungs just to clear the air
This much I know
This much I know
This road is enough for me
Because I can't, I can't seem to find a thing
It's not that hard, I'm just not trying
This much I know
This much I know
This much I know