Ghosts

I was staring at the moon

Half asleep

Felt his presence in the room

Pass gently

Might've left too soon

Fifty-three

Love and regret in tune

He finds me

Wish I could say this was the first time

The first time I lost my mind

Stare at the sun until you go blind

Then you'll know, then you'll see, then you'll find

Just how to hang on to the ones we let go

They're around, hold them tight, keep them warm, hold them close

They'll be down in the ground when you need them the most

And now, somehow, you believe in ghosts

Could've swore I heard him croon

While breathless

Kissed the forehead of a loon

While fleshless

Like a flower in bloom

Life's precious

From the womb to the tomb

We're restless

Wish I could say this was the first time

The first time I lost my mind

Stare at the sun until you go blind

Then you'll know, then you'll see, then you'll find

Just how to hang on to the ones we let go

They're around, hold them tight, keep them warm, hold them close

They'll be down in the ground when you need them the most

And now, somehow, you believe in ghosts

Just how to hang on to the ones we let go

They're around, hold them tight, keep them warm, hold them close

They'll be down in the ground when you need them the most

And now, somehow, you believe in ghosts