the ghost of you moans every day
a spectre begging me to play
a game that the heavens won't allow
a séance for our haunted love
with heaven below, and hell above
it seems so far away, it hurts like hell
but only when I think about you now
it's only when I think about you now
a burning phantom in the air
you gave these memories to wear
in faded silent films of our past lives
i hope your soul can rest in peace
i hear your name whispered in the breeze
it feels so close to me it hurts like hell
but only when I think about you now
it's only when I think about you now
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