Spectre by Teleman Lyrics

Spectre
I've seen you around in my house
You've got me running to the corners of the basement
And life in a cage makes you mad
But when I think about you
Visions of an ice cream

It's melting all over your hand
The pink drips dripping to the ants upon the pavement
It tastes pretty good, then it's gone
Well, that's like my definition of love

Definition of love

Spectre
You stand next to me in the dark
Such a pretty figment of my imagination
No more to be said, to be done
'Cause I can't even touch you, picture a hand coming down

To carry you up once again
You leave such a sweet taste
Digging a hole to get to wherever you've gone
Stupid paranoid, dig the love
You dig the love