In my head there’s a cabin in the valley

Where I sit scripting conversations, but they don’t ever go as planned

And in the valley there’s a dandelion growing

And like its seeds we’re holding on for life but the wind don’t give a damn

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there

I keep your lighter in my pocket

I stole it when we drove up the coast

Doing nothing, it was everything

We thought that we would stay the same

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there

I’m not a crier, but its moving me to tears,

I hear these hills are ancient, but they get smaller every year

And I feel the same, love,

Like we could fade and disappear,

But when I look into your eyes I see the ghost of us still there

Our ghost is there

Ghost is about a relationship that has grown and shifted, and seeing that while the perfect, early days might feel like a memory, their essence still lives within what you have now.

The 'cabin in the valley' is the place in our mind where we go over old moments, replay talks that I wish would’ve gone differently. But, like the 'dandelion growing,' we’re unable to change the past, and just have to hold on through whatever may come.

Even ancient hills, which seem so solid, 'get smaller every year' as time passes and our perspective changes. It's that feeling of things fading, losing their clear shape, even as the core feeling inside remains. The core feeling is 'the ghost..' It’s the history you can share with someone, a connection that has changed but hasn't disappeared. It's the memory of who we were, still present in who we are now.