On the edges of a waking dream
Stumble broken thoughts
Lunatics with wild ideas and
Pictures that distort
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost
Inside a cool blue wasted space
A moments stolen peace
No city heat or traffic noise
Just still unbroken sleep
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost
Beside a silver frozen lake
A figure dressed in pale
Casts a stone, stands to watch it sink
Turns and walks away
Just lean over me and take my wrist
Take this cold away
Breathe your warmth into my hand again
Say what I want to say
Ghost
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