A Love Song, A Ghost Story (cont.)

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...)

A Love Song (unfinished)

Do you believe in ghosts?
Have you felt the presence behind you?
The tickle about your neck?
Oh, how those moments are fleeting
Those close encounters
Those deathly meetings
Come and gone
Come and gone

When the hand of flesh
Meets that of the spirit
Oh, there are no words
Emotions, indescribable
But to feel that
Unearthly realm
If for a moment, only
To not be alone
Oh, the strangest feelings
Shaken to the bone

Breath is stolen
And the tension builds
Oh, baby
Yours is the kind of love
That kills