Your ghost dances in the fog.
Or am I seeing things again?
Your eyes shoot right through me.
Or am I dreaming again?
Seemingly yesterday, snowflakes tainted red.
A knife upon your back, you bled.
My love forever dead.
Acrimony burns right through me.
My life of agony.
Of love and death.
Yet you seem to live again.
Your ghost dances in the fog.
Or am I seeing things again?
Your eyes shoot right through me.
Or am I dreaming again?
Seemingly yesterday, snowflakes tainted red.
A knife upon your back, you bled.
My love forever dead.
Acrimony burns right through me.
My life of agony.
Of love and death.
Yet you seem to live again.