Ninety Sixth Street by Emily Yacina Lyrics

Crawling to the coast
I want the sea to take me
Haunted by your ghost
Alone on 96th Street
I thought it was a joke
Too tired to protest
Now I really know

I see your brother all the time
His voice is like a sad spell
That brings you back to life
A trick played by the angels
Now look at all this time
Between us like a cold hell
A void I get to know

The most perfect face
I see it when I wake up
When I'm still weak from dreams
Can't touch you but I hold on
To all the little things
You'd say to cheer me up
You'll never know my love