I liked you as soon as I saw you
It was something about the way
Your sweater and your eyes were blue
And your hair was silver in the sunlight

And your hair was gray when the sun went behind the clouds
We run around and try to make the most of ourselves
Then when we stop
We're haunted by the ghost of ourselves

And I've been running around
And trying to make the most of myself
'Til that day I stopped
And let myself be haunted

I'm me outrunning myself
So I stop and I hope my heart can find me
Oh, I hear it beating in the background
Catching up

Six or seven streets behind me
You were standing by the water
Where the seabirds were circling
I stood at a distance
Regarding you, regarding you

Head thrown back
Looked like you were trying to drink the sea
All alone
All alone

I liked you as soon as I saw you
It was something about your hands
And the way you were smoking, like king of flaming ***gots
Your fingers floating down from your mouth to your knee

Gently, gently
As a butterfly lands
We run around and try to make the most of ourselves
Then when we stop

We're haunted by the ghost of ourselves
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And I've been running around and trying to make the most of myself
'Til that day I stopped and let myself be haunted by you

Because I liked you as soon as I saw you
It was something about the way
You simply stood there
As the light withdrew into a p***ing cloud
What more can I say?