Her Ghost

You don't talk to me

Like you used to do

His words are crawling through her head

You don't touch me now

Like you used to do

His words are crawling through her skin

But she knows she holds his heart in her hands

And her ghost, he's waiting for

to come back

He doesn't make her feel

What she felt before

Words aren't always spoken truth

Is there something else

that might have changed them

selves?

In-between their vanished youth

But she knows she holds his heart in her hands

And her ghost, he's waiting for

to come back

He doesn't know what to say after all this time

She can't differ between wrong or right

She doesn't know how to feel after all this time

He's only watching her turning his days into nights

His heart

in her hands

his heart

in her hands

His heart

in her hands

his heart

in her hands

His heart

in her hands

his heart

in her hands