been a long night show me something beautiful im craving something need your touch cant stop thinking about us i feel your ghost in the morning seems like i hear you calling when the sun goes down and its pouring on me girl i think of you i know my accent is foreign but i hate being forgotten could we ever be more then a memory in my phone seven, eight weeks its been a while now i feel your ghost in the morning seems like i hear you calling when the sun goes down and its pouring on me girl i think of you i know my accent is foreign but i hate being forgotten could we ever be more then a memory in my phone