I'm like a ghost in a dream
Wondering these city streets...

Laying in an empty grave
above your head the tombstone reads...

The season grows cold
And the leaves turn old...

As the moon begins its slow climb
to where the sun was once held high...

There were the whispers through the leaves
And sounds of footsteps on empty streets...

The clouds spoke indifferent
tongues I couldn't decipher...

I've wondered down the empty street
Just to see my empty dreams...

Wrapped in her blanket some reassurance
Her protection from this cold air...

The purpose of the words dying to be written
Are locked away inside your brain...

In the loneliest of corners the flower still...
No matter our presences the beauty is true...

There was a ghost on a stage
He danced and he swayed...

Yet just one more day
Nothing really changed...