Ghost Kit

[Verse 1]
That last game in Nima, the sky was turning bruised.
The plastic ball on concrete, a rhythm we both used.
You shouted “'Fore the rain come, make we get one more!”
Never knew that final whistle was waiting at the door.

[Chorus]
And in my head we are still talking
The words we never got to say
You, just ahead of me on the pitch always
In the number 14 ghost kit.

[Verse 2]
Coach said our link-up play was something from the gods.
Our two-man high press 'gainst the world, we never cared the odds.
I still have your boots, they smell of dust and harmattan.
You made the final run alone, you went and beat the plan.

[Bridge]
The stadium lights are out, no extra time for this.
Just the static echo of the future that I miss.

[Outro]
For the Star.
For you.