From the recording This Fine Art Of Making Ghosts

The song deals with the issues of people fading out of our lives through loss of connection despite being in a very connected world.

Lyrics

Facing something forgotten
Always seems to be my problem
A crowded empty place
Haunts my deepest inner space
A victim of a social
Awkward situation
Nothing to rest my case
Just don't want to know your face

Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts

Missing the most important cog
And I can't find it in this fog
Forcing a locked door
Has become a complete bore
I just want to leave this place
Because I am haunted by your face
Everything is so unsure
And I don't want this anymore

Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts

The suns time has come to an end
Neptune is crashing
Our worlds colliding

Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts