Hallelujah.
May your world
The air still keeps you shape in place.
I trace your name like empty space.
We haunt
the life we used to live.
Too scared to take, too tired to give.
This is our favorite ghost
story.
A love that died but stayed for glory.
Your favorite eyes still stay the same.
Calling out your half lost name.
We keep replaying what we were.
Between the living and the blur.
This is our favorite ghost story.
I see your face in window glass.
In fleeting light and moments past.
Your laughter loops inside my head.
A melody the silence fed.
The city
moves but I stand still.
A house that time forgot to fill.
You said goodbye without a sound.
Now it's your ghost that pulls me down.
We turned our hearts into a shrine.
The memories that won't unwind.
This is our favorite ghost story.
A love that died but stayed for glory.
Your favorite eyes still stay the same.
Calling out your half lost name.
We keep replaying what we were.
Between the living and the blur.
This is our favorite ghost story.
Maybe love was never meant to stay.
Just harness in the quiet gray.
We found forever in pretend.
A story that won't find its end.
This is our favorite ghost story.
The one we told in morning glory.
You're gone but I still hold your breath.
A living soul that flirts with death.
If I see you in my dreams.
Don't wake me up.
Just let it seem.
That we're still inside our ghost story.