Ghost - Motorama

my hopes, my will

were never a part of you

these days were sad and cold,

i’ll never want them back again

but at this moment we are close to each other again

it’s like a merge of different colors

in a silver mountain lake

we are at home again

it’s like dancing in the room with a female ghost

it’s like falling from the edge

to the bed with cold clean pillow

your voice, is pure and soft

it’s throwing me back to my hopes

my ears were deaf and cold

please hold me tight in your arms again