The Ghost

When will I see my children lying in my arms And hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms Go wait at the window, Don't leave it until, You see better days that are coming You just have to wait (x2) When will I see my children lying in my arms I hear the sound of echoes echoing my charms You stole emotion from the man who needs it most You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be called the ghost When will I tell you what is on my mind Of how to love me and how I can be defined When will I tell you what is on my mind Of how to love me and how I can be defined You stole emotion from the man who needs it most You gave it to the space between us, that shall now be called the ghost