Feellings come and words are said
Forgiveness lingers with the dead
But will we ever rise up from this grave
I know sometimes the worst is best
As pictures fade to show the rest
But I don’t see myself inside this frame
I’m hearing a love song
In the back of my mind
I just need a lover
To call mine
I’m hearing a love song
In the back of my mind
Singin to lovers
I used to call mine
Season’s come & seasons go
Stuck in the calm after the storm
There’s nothing left of what we call our home
Tonight I’ll lay alone in bed
Remember skin under my hand
Dreams are haunted makin’ love to ghosts
