Ghost

Looking back through

The window in the door that now has closed

The looking glass that loss has tinted rose

At the secrets of the path we never chose

We lose ourselves there

As we fall into the arms of the unseen

Of all that never was but should have been

Beyond the day that woke us from the dream

And it's a little late to speculate on what we could have done

It's a little late to overstate the obvious

We considered every move we made

We did what we thought best

So release the fist of dirt into the grave

And lay the ghost to rest

Let it go with

The hurt of all the promises unkept

The pride behind apologies unsaid

And the tragedy of hope they left for dead

Because it's as fruitless

As the tears in the sour milk we spilt

On the ruins of the tower that we built

And the silence and the loneliness of guilt

And it's a little late to speculate on what you could have done

And so easy now to overstate the obvious

We considered every move we made

We did what we thought best

So throw down your fist of dirt into the grave

And lay the ghost to rest

This one's over

No phoenix from these ashes will arise

So let the tears upon the lashes of your eyes

Fall to the desert ground and bring new life

Walk away now

I'm not saying that we can or should forget

Just don't cloud your every sunrise with regret

The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet

The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet

The curtain hasn't fallen on us yet