

(oh-oh-oh-oh) Leaving the arena with a ticket in my hand Watching all
the headlights fade into the dark Spotted you in shadows by the
concession stand
Almost took a step but I missed the spark And you spin
like a ghost from a past design
Like the cameras are off and the floor is mine
In a roller rink under glitter lights
Dancing with the phantom of our old nights The person you almost
were takes my hand Lost inside the song of a phantom band
(yeah, yeah)
Exit signs are glowing in a hazy red
Thinking of the conversations we never had
One step left or right,
a different path instead
Sweetest melody turning bittersweet and sad
Lost inside the glitter lights (oh-oh-oh) The person we almost were