This is not about you and me I can’t bring back how it used to be And I know what I do believe But I’ve already seen what I couldn’t see, ohSo I play along I nod my head when they say I’m wrong But each night falls and away I run On the other side till the daylight comesAnd when the lights go down I see things I can’t explain Calling out my name The lights go down Holding every memory close Tonight is for our ghostsGhosts -Mike Shinoda