Ghosts (feat. Shane Nicholson)

Rolling through younger days, counting the cost

Wish I knew then

To set yourself a line that no one can cross

Take it from me, my friends

There's some words inside that killed my pride

And that hurts the most

But I need love again, I'm asking you if you can

Handle the ghosts

My heart is in your hands

A feather, not a stone

So gentle, your commands

Feels like home

Like home

It was my best laid plan to never love again

But the tables turned

With a kindness from you that I never knew

Oh, my lesson learned

My heart is in your hands

A feather, not a stone

So gentle, your commands

Feels like home

Like home

You see, when I hang my head down low

I'm smiling, baby

In front of me, a great wide open road

A new beginning, Lord, I am willing

To lose control

Well, if you know me

You know to kiss me slowly

And do what you're told

My heart is in your hands

A feather, not a stone

So gentle, your commands

Feels like home

Like home

Like home