We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.

They tell me there is 7 billion people
On the planet Earth.
That's nine zero's
And for whatever it's worth,
I am glad to have found a Phantom
Among all these births.

There is more people than I'll ever know
But they'll never have their own lamplighter.
The sun rises and sets
And makes things a little brighter.
They never pass without a glance,
From your letter-writer.

The world around me is so full
With this, and that, and this!
But at least when I am in your arms,
I needn't exist.
The luxury of not being
It is simply utter bliss.

Though these words are odd-sounding
They are all for you.
You keep my heart pounding,
One out of 7 billion (plus two.)
Though us Phantoms aren't abounding
At least you came through.
Some would call this astounding!
Nevertheless-

We are just two people;
Who found,
Eachother.