Ghosts here
apart from those
playing with sheets
No rattling with chains
no walking through walls
but hiding in those tears
You called them memories
Fading to the sky like a smoke
fading like they never existed
fading like the memory of you
voice and touches no more feeling
In old photos reminding how we were
once something more and nothing less
What we are now has died for the past and for future
apart from those
playing with sheets
No rattling with chains
no walking through walls
but hiding in those tears
You called them memories
Fading to the sky like a smoke
fading like they never existed
fading like the memory of you
voice and touches no more feeling
In old photos reminding how we were
once something more and nothing less
What we are now has died for the past and for future
oletus
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
