It feels so difficult to talk.. don't think the ghost it could be ever proposition
i have inside of me the rule - i can forget about that, ah, well
you was with me the night my day been full but some of that was also missed
mine single-handed ghost will crying now
i would to dream to watch and overwhelmed me not here not when I sleep
as spy who is nowhere as prowler man nobody see as pretty woman with "an"noted soul as me as soul could be but please my ghost wake up and sing
that it is not like i would like to dream - it s only wish
most fine most noisy more is true – to not be more than that for you
come back the ghost let's drink dont die
you are the ghost but why u cry i hate to be the friend of you i should be scared but you, you, u are so many times was here, for what, to be...to being near??