Breath is stolen
And the tension builds
Oh, baby
Yours is the kind of love
That kills
What is a ghost?
A tear that falls to open palm?
Drifting melodies writ in song?
A familiar voice heard in a crowd?
Mem'ries familiar, kept in shroud..
No exact answers
No right or wrong
It's different for everyone
But they come along
They come and go
As they choose
They come and go
As ghosts do
Is it real?
Is it true?
Neither option
Matters much
To you...
Breath is stolen
And the tension builds
Oh, darling
Yours is the kind of love
That kills
...
(almost there...)
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