Little ghost, you are listening. Unlike most, you don't miss a thing. You see the truth. I walk the halls invisibly. I climb the walls, no one sees me. No one but you.
Little ghost, you see the pain, but together we can make something beautiful. So take my hand and perfectly we fill the gaps. You and me make three; I was meant for you and you for me.
You've always loved the strange birds, now I want to fly into your world. I want to be heard. My wounded wing's still beating. You've always loved the stranger inside me. Ugly, pretty.
Written by Jasmine Van den Bogaerde, Sia Furler, Ariel Rechtshaid