Where Is She - Bin-Jip

There used to be times when she was alive

There used to be flowers sprouting around her neck

Laughter was as easy

As breathing in and out

Her statements were proud

And her nights were loud and wild, and she liked

Talking about how the world should go round and round

Where is she now

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She calls she’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She calls she’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She’s a ghost

She’s a ghost

What she could rely on the most

Is almost gone, she lost

And moves as a wounded bird

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She calls she’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She calls she’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She calls she’s a ghost

She calls she’s hurt and she talks absurd

She’s a ghost

As time goes by we may get closer

But she remains a ghost

We back, we hide and we grow older

But she’s a ghost