I see the ghosts as they go
Disappearing without a trace
Hiding away what they do
The white tattered lace
They come out to attack
I can sense the past
They come and go without worry
Or some unrequited dowry
The living is for the dead.
Then I must be a corpse
My life missing its love
The love missing its white gloves
Trying to find love within a toxin
Trying to fill words with oxygen
Finding out it's too late
Your forgetting the date
This corpse is missing its head
This body wishes it's dead
This person is crying out for help
And doesn't hear the helpless yelp
I can't help you anymore
This missing heart I torn
I'm sorry I'm gone
