There are ghosts in every face I see
So unknowing, so unknowing
There are ghosts in every soul I meet
Imperfections, lost transgressions
When we moved away, we turned pages
Pages that read
Flowers bloom the same in these spaces
Ageless with time
Walked with God in, in the garden here
Felt so lonely, so unholy
Corners of you, watching light pass by
Silent yearnings, often burning
And when we moved away, we turned pages
Pages that read
Flowers bloom the same in these spaces
Ageless with time
