The Truth (feat. Georgia Parker)

What do I do with your head in my hands Falling apart  Sinking like sand What do I say to the ghost at your door  One of us can't come around anymore  I will tell the truth  If you want me to  What do you do with my head in your hands You're trying so hard, you just don't understand  What do you think of my shoes by the door? Am I just a guest, am I not anymore? You could tell the truth  If you wanted to Where do I go when I'm left to my thoughts  I sit on your bench and I wait to be called What do I do when the wood starts to rot You're still making up your mind  I'm already gone  I will tell the truth  If you want me to  And yet here we are with our heads in our hands Performing excisions, revising the scans  Why do you think that the ghost hasn't gone? She visits less now but she'll never move on We could tell the truth  If we wanted to