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sleeping in the same bed
where me and a ghost fought our last words
and danced our last stand
holds a different type of cold to it now.
and even if those walls could speak
they wouldnt have the capacity
to recall such a fleeting flight for two.
it was just 24 flashes of hot sheets
and melted ice soaking the bad carpeting.
with classic classics in the speakers.
and for one time a sunset and sunrise were felt
just a little differently.
and then it was done.
deliberatly, the ghost had won.
and i returned home again.
but hands cant stay empty forever
and even waiting hearts have their own eyes.
so now the shining lights flying over my head
have a new wish tagged to them.
between stars and satellites.
i think you know which one you are now.
the years
how they change.
where me and a ghost fought our last words
and danced our last stand
holds a different type of cold to it now.
and even if those walls could speak
they wouldnt have the capacity
to recall such a fleeting flight for two.
it was just 24 flashes of hot sheets
and melted ice soaking the bad carpeting.
with classic classics in the speakers.
and for one time a sunset and sunrise were felt
just a little differently.
and then it was done.
deliberatly, the ghost had won.
and i returned home again.
but hands cant stay empty forever
and even waiting hearts have their own eyes.
so now the shining lights flying over my head
have a new wish tagged to them.
between stars and satellites.
i think you know which one you are now.
the years
how they change.