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