THE GHOST
Never enough
Yet always too much
Killing my time
’Till faith’s hands touch
And open up
The gates of light
And push me forward
To the way of the bright
In my nightmare
I hear you cry
And see the tears that make you blind
I’m gonna be a ghost
In my nightmare
I hear you cry
And see the tears
Gonna be a ghost
Our short lives are
Like hot rain eating
The snow thinning ice
Frozen souls’ heating
Like standin’ in fire and
Drink water to survive
End’s surely comin’
But when or why?
In my nightmare...
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
In my nightmare...
Ghost, ghost, ghost
Ghost, a lonely ghost
Ghost, ghost, ghost
Ghost, a hauntin’ ghost
Ghost, ghost… Yahoo |
